The Coast - Joel Alme

I was born next to the harbor, where the boats are turning in

Where the ocean moves the morning while the heaven is blowing in

But now I’m lost into the pavement they say the streets are pride with gold

But I gaze my life back again and I dream about the cold

I miss the wind, I miss the people singing the songs we love the most

As we raised our glasses to the sky and gaze out to the cold

And I’ll figure it out

It once was my life

How I miss that city of mine (x3)