Him, Me And The Sea
My angel is there, perched on a tree
With arms crossed, he's smiling at me
But from a distance, I could see
He was looking at the vast sea.
The sea, in which I long to be,
'Cause never was I there, since I was three
But sadly, against my reverie,
He looked past me.
The sea is more beautiful compared to me,
I do, know that, really
But I just can't help, feeling to be
A bit jealous over the pretty sea.
To tell you the truth, he is dreamy.
The kind that you might likely see,
In a boring romance movie.
But except that, his hair is way ...