There is something smuggle me say to you,
How you sense when a wave throw on you,
Words would be express, reason faith on you,
Ocean be the opera as it reflect image of you,
Striking tides on the rocks, while alone waiting for you,
Sun to Set still its charm never hid from you,
Lets walkout near this shore, where Sinta is waiting for You
this is about and man who sit on the beach and wating for his friend to come over and enjoy the scene
