The loneliness of a single light in the distance.
Everything bathed in blue.
The sea and the night, and a heart that just might break in two.
The North Sea meets the Atlantic.
Lucky seashells, mermaid's purses.
The sea and the night, and a heart that just might, face a little crisis.
Don't let this spell be broken. This is nothing less than perfection.
Don't let this haunting stillness lift.
It's enough to make you believe.
Enough to make you believe everything's alright with the world tonight, it's a place of good deeds.
A place of good deeds.
There's no betrayal of any sign of violence, but a small boat could get swallowed.
And the music that this seascape makes could be blown away.
The music that this seascape makes could be blown away.
Don't let this spell be broken. This is nothing less than perfection.
Don't let this haunting stillness lift.
It's enough to make you believe.
Enough to make you believe everything's alright with the world tonight, it's a place of good deeds.
A place of good deeds.
