Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by,
the charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky,
you are so far away, yet i could touch you if i may,
but don't you worry now, i'm only dreaming anyway.
You may be lonely, you may be just on your own.
you could be anywhere, someplace that i have known.
but who am i and do we really live these days at all?
and are they simply feelings we have loved and do recall?
Oh the sea has made me cry,
but i love her, too, so maybe i love you.
For tears are only made of salt and water,
and across the waves the sound of laughter.
october it has gone and left me with a song
that i will sing to you although the moment may be wrong.
Could it be the sea's as real as you and i?
i often wonder why i always have to say
i'm only dreaming anyway.
(repeat last verse)