This is the film. This is the film.
Need me by the sea again, past the point the shoreline bends, where the sand is soft and warm.
And hangs upon your golden arm, and I don't want more at all.
The two ones, the only ones, who knew of the secret sun,
Shining down where no one goes, in a place that no one knows, and time won't at all.
And time won't at all.
Many lives come between you and me, the secret sea.
But back there, in the orange light, there will be no fear of the night.
And time won't at all.
And time won't at all.
And time won't at all.
And time won't at all.
