Black Waves
I see an old ship
on a stormy horizon
Black waves arising
There´s a stone cold
grip around my spine
Black waves arising
to a bourbon sky
The water´s getting higher
and my mouth runs dry
Black waves arising
Black waves arising
The sun has not
been seen for days
I wander in a haze
Black waves pulling me out
out to sea again
(Aa-a-ahAa-a-a-a-ah)
Writer/s: Annika Åman, Julia Åman