Gathering around a fire, on the beach
One night in June
Talking of future, past and love affairs
As fire turned into ashes, a man came
Asking for direction
He wanted to know the way to the promise land
No one knew the way, to the bright side
No one knew the way, to the right side
Accidentally pointed one way, towards horizon
And he started walking slowly down the shoreline
Break of dawn, we were wandering
Aimless in the darkness
Break of dawn, we were roaming
Wasted in the greyness
Ended up in the right place? No one knows.
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