Sailboats - Brooke Fraser

We’re adrift on a sailboat

My love is the sea

Yours is the horizon

Constant and steady

You set my limbs locked hard afloat

Lifted my lonesome sails

The tide is out, the moon is high

We’re sailing

Darling, your love is healing

It makes the bitter sweet

Warms the winter to spring again

Secures the colds defeat

We’re cutting anchor

Casting out into the glorious deep

The tide is out, the moon is high

We’re sailing

Then we’ve succumbed to decrepitude

Still our love will remain in it’s youth

The tide is out, the moon is high

We’re sailing

We’re sailing

We’re sailing