How`s it so, you describe, all the things that we might do someday?
And who`s to know the truth, that what you do is never what you say.
Hobsons Choice, enjoy the thrill, going out, but you don`t even care,
When all the passion`s gone, you can sit and choose which dress to wear.

Here we are stranded, where is love to land,
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it`s not the way we planned,
On our island, lost at sea.

Cote d`azur, St Tropez, Hollywood or Monte Carlo Bay,
When all is said and done, love is rich, but wealth`s second to none.
Heart and soul, you decide, far off places, you might need to go,
A million miles away, in search of something you already know.

Here we are stranded, where is love to land,
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it`s not the way we planned,
On our island, lost at sea.

On a mountainside, let the memories fly, and feel this washed away.
We can question why, will our love survive, one more, lonely, long Summers` day?
Are we right or wrong, to wait so long, when it`s our ship docked in the bay?
Should we sail or stay?
Was it over anyway?