I'm far from home, over mountains and plains,
My heart is bursting, with the loneliness it contains;
When will I see your lovely face?
Oceans away, oceans away...stranded in this desolate place.
I miss the touch of your skin, and your lovely scent,
The rubbing of our noses, and what it actually meant;
When will I make love to you again?
Oceans away, oceans away...praying that this is not my final "Amen".
A strange country, where I'm the infiltrator,
But if I leave before I do my duty, I'm the traitor;
When will I figure where I belong?
Oceans away, oceans away...but all my thoughts and actions seem to be wrong.
