Joel Alme The Coast
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)
