And what can I do if I love the minute?
And what can I do if I don't want the ocean to be so deep?
And what can I do if I, as a child, find the force of my world?
And what can I do if I think that they and we equal one?
What can I do?
It's just that drop upon drop we are waves that make seas.
Different drops but equal ones.
And a wave comes and says:
We are a tide of people, all different, rowing to the same beat. (x2)
And a wave comes and says,
"Whooaa"
It appears to follow you,
"Whooaa"
And the world repeats,
"Whooaa"
And what can I do if I was born in the Mediterranean?
And what can I do if I lost the teardrops of your crying?
In your teardrops I drowned
Transparencies in my thirst
I dreamed storms of love and faith
Like the spring rain, erasing cracks and equaling tides
It's just that drop upon drop we are waves that make seas.
Different drops but equal ones.
And a wave comes and says:
We are a tide of people, all different, rowing to the same beat. (x2)
And a wave comes and says,
"Whooaa"
It appears to follow you,
"Whooaa"
And the world repeats,
"Whooaa" (x2)