Hear me talking in my sleep A man beneath the sheets Like a ghost who's quoting prophecies That don't mean anything I ramble on through memories of places that I've been Down boulevards and salty seas that taught me everything In Amsterdam A sunny Autumn came Through coloured leaves In Paris, St. Germaine. And Tidal waves in San Sebastian, Spain In Italy, I truly felt the rain Those island towns that calmly stole my heart Through azure seas, on ferries I'd embark The question now that always plague my brain Is when will I get back again Is when will I get back again Is when will I get back again The question now that always plague my brain Is when will I get back again Where I'd be watching the tide rising Where I'd be watching the tide rising Rising Rising