Original lyrics
ENDreaming dreams of southern seas.
Oh, tonight, no sound can stir the girl I sleep beside.
Hammering nails and sewing sails she hums along to a distant Carribean Regae song.
She reads magazines and keeps her room cleaner than my conscience was when we first fell in love.
Lying in bed, within my head, I devise the blueprints of a ship of sound design.
Built to outrun - armed to outgun - any foe who dares to come between us and where we're goin'.
She reads magazines about travelling.
It'll be perfect.
It'll be great when we read magazines under sails that sheen below the sun above our ship that sails in oceans of unending love.
