Must've been four sails
Sailing past for sale
Must've been four sails
I saw back then.
Standing as the ship's sailed
Sailed past with your sales
Must've been your sails
We saw back then.
Swinging on our four sails
Sails that were for sale
Must've been four sails
With you back then.
I worry about rain
And I worry about water
I wander off
Just to come back again.
As I see your face
Wonder is it ever gonna happen
When days had no number
And it harms me, it harms me
It harms me, it harms me
Still.
