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?