Hold me so my head is high, and let this costal wind inspire

Higher hopes in this desire for the once of a kiss

That takes my breath away…

Hold me so my feet are dry, and let this southern sun and fire

Burn a hole through this desire for the once of a kiss

That takes my pain away…

‘Cause in the end, when all my friends are gone,

Oh in the end, when all my friends are gone,

I hope I have found what love is – that I understand what love is,

Not just a kiss, and not just a hand to hold,

But Love itself, and on its own…

Hold me so my head is high, and let this costal wind inspire

Higher hopes in this desire for the once of a kiss

That takes my breath away…