Ocean drying

See the world is about to die but don´t know when

And we´re getting older, yet we feel so young

I´ve had this absence of headache for five weeks and one day

I say thanks for the flowers although they´re gonna fade

I say thanks for the words although we´ll soon forget them

But your presence is a daily grain of golden sand in my head

I hope we have some love and a little bit of luck

And we can watch together the ocean dries up

As we are still hanging around, alive