If wishes could come true I think I'd be
A hundred miles away from here today,
Beneath the sun, and you'd be there with me
Beside the sea in some secluded bay.
The tide would slither out and slither in,
The sea reflect the bright blue sky above,
The shingles shuffle with a gentle din,
The perfect setting for some summer love,
The perfect picture-postcard paradise
Where everything is just as it should be,
Where hopes are given chance to realise
And, hidden for so long, can now be free.
If wishes could come true I think I'd be
Beneath the sun, and you'd be there with me.