Steamboats on rainy days.
I can sit still
For hours and hours.

My face on the window-sill.

Storm on a mountain.
The picture I choose.
The places I go to
is where I can never be.
Gone is the carnival
when I had waited so long.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
We steamed every moment.
If only to prove we´re alive.
And we don´t believe in
saying goodbye.
Saying goodbye.
I still go back to
my wonderful world.
The child in the waters.
The tall ships, the harbour lights.
The heart still remembers

the friends that I made.
They call in my dreams
with their hand reaching out to me.
Who´s gonna tell you
the last bedtime story you hear?
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I´m alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.
Saying goodbye.
Saying goodbye.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I´m alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.
Saying goodbye.

Saying goodbye.