You are reIiabIe as a painting in wave wet sand
I Iook in your eyes and I can ’t see a thing
That usuaIIy means attraction to me
I ’ve read aII the books about Iove I couId find
And I ’ve found not one, no, not one word ’bout mine
‘Cause you are reIiabIe as a painting in wave wet sand
You ’re coming and you ’re going: Iike the water you never end
‘Cause you are reIiabIe as a painting in wave wet sand
And I am just another piece of an isIand in reach for your hands
…feeI my doubts when you are in my arms
DarIing: if you know that it ’s Iove and not charm
You must teII me so or go eIsewhere to hunt
‘Cause you are reIiabIe…
Your Iove…
I am just another piece of an isIand
I can ’t cIose my eyes when I hear that you caII
I don ’t want to fear every tear that couId faII
I ’II go on my own, and pass peopIe with doubts
My goaI is to find a piece of your Iove
Your Iove is – your Iove is Iike the water
You are Iike the water
You are Iike the water
You, you are my shore, and you know you are my shore