She wakes up to find scales under her pillow
Whispers to the mirror, Is it time to let go?
His world’s black and white, but hers is getting clearer
Dreams of the ocean draw closer to her
While she feels the pull of the changing tide
He clings to the shore, trying to hide
Her future’s vast as the open sea
He’s anchored in doubt, refusing to see
As she jingles her bracelets, sounding the call
He just wishes he weren’t there at all
She’s calling, she’s yearning, she’s beginning to flee
She’s chasing, she’s changing, becoming the sea
Riding the waves that whisper her name
Breaking the bonds, unleashing the main
A loose nod to “She’s into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls” from Ricky Martin’s
“Livin’ la Vida Loca”.
As if on a mission to challenge his love
Makes him talk to people who he finds quite fishy
And one of these days, he’ll have had enough
But one of these days, lit by the setting sun
He’ll have his grounded world turned upside down
She’s calling, she’s yearning, she’s beginning to flee
She’s chasing, she’s changing, becoming the sea
Riding the waves that whisper her name
Breaking the bonds, unleashing the main
It sparkles, it shimmers, it sends golden rays
Onto the onlookers and his silly face
She’s calling, she’s yearning, she’s beginning to flee
She’s chasing, she’s changing, becoming the sea
Riding the waves that whisper her name
Breaking the bonds, unleashing the main