Sea shells and dog's tails surround me now
Brown skin girl
One day not Sunday
Stop the clock at half-past nine
The sun beats down
At Fig Tree Bay
Dream of centuries past
Finding nothing but warmth
Please take us back to where the sun beats down
Shapes in the sand
But who can tell
Started to drive
Maybe your hey-day
I glanced at the private movie star
All that we have clicking by
For your eyes and mine alone
I found us a beach to hide away
Give me the strength to speak my mind
Whispering waves
And seek tranquility
There's no time, who needs time?
Take out some cheese and laze around