king of the beach, king of the beach Yeah, the king of the beach, the king of the beach Oh, your king of the beach, oh, your king of the beach Yeah,
each night in the waves while you sleep away each memory And you wake to find yourself a new king to be Away from the dark moving into the light King
Vertaling: Rea, Chris. Koning Van Die Strand.
I was never born with the face of a movie star I was never blessed with an easyload along the way I have taken the wrong turning So many times I can'
Washed each night in the waves while you sleep away each memory And you wake to find yourself a new king to be Away from the dark moving into the light King
Nashville sky, in the morning sun Somewhere up north, a new life begun He was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis sound Kissed by an Angel, of a music
Walk a cold thin line in the morning Hold the fear inside that greets you with the day I can't go with you now I can only watch you now As you sail
Sandwriting Leave your name and Let the wind And high tide Take it away Each white gold grain That made up your name Take it away Sandwriting Write
I see a million torn up moments of the rarest happiness Each one a dancing snowflake A piece of memory It's the ghost of days gone by Lay them tight
petite rouquine Elle la sait Long grass dancing in the day Blue sky palm trees gently sway I come from a land down in sun Sit on the beach and watch
Long shadows Bright light That falls to the front From a darkness behind There is no end To this mountain top Inside these stones Only peace will we
He sits upon the empty sand and gazes up to the endless grey The weathered face and battered hands Protest the soul that carried them so far this way
How does it feel now that you know What makes it work how far it can go Your innocent dream didn't know how to play the game that was needed and now
I love the sun I love the sea I'd like to think that you were here with me But people are seasons and seasons change I'd like to think that you are
There's a crazy sense of duty As he licks between his fingers Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands There's a strong determination That his teachers
play All summer long nights of wine, days of song It couldn't last, our ageing sun had to go I will always remember you Watching the waves in the wind The beach
