Orange boat

Take me to a land faraway
beyond decrees of right and wrong
hold my hand, as we sail away
synced with beats of our own song;

beyond decrees of right and wrong
together, searching for a new abode
synced with beats of our own song
on this deserted orange boat.

Together, searching for a new abode
we sail, to edge of the ocean,
On this deserted orange boat
setting ripples beneath in motion

we sail, to edge of the ocean
holding hands, as we look below
setting ripples beneath in motion
watery edges dancing in the moonlight glow

holding hands, as we look below
swaying on waves of this expedition,
watery edges dancing in the moonlight glow
prompted we jump from the horizon

swaying on waves of this expedition
in a dreamy world painted grey,
prompted we jump from the horizon
to an abode beyond the bay;

in a dreamy world painted grey
hold me close, let stars be our light
to an abode beyond the bay
far from silhouettes of black and white;

hold me close, let stars be our light
hold my hand, as we sail away
far from silhouettes of black and white
take me to a land faraway.