Now the thick warm cream light fades down into the mist 
from the sea 
Three surfers - tiny black specs out across in the great 
waves 
Lanterns of the little town over on the hill - twilight 
sweet homecoming 
It's all the same 
And these things we hold in our hearts 
Until we come home 

And always the breathing of the breaking surf 
Drifts through the curtains and through our dreaming 
And these things we hold to ourselves 
Like a promise in the salt of our blood 
Until we come home