When ships had sails

I have never looked upon this landscape before
though somehow it feels familiar deep down inside
And I can taste the wind of this country on my lips
though I 've never woken up under her skies
and I see an old love in a stranger's face
tell me what kind of fate has brought us to this place?

you can trust me with your secret, you can trust me with your pain
and I can build a little shrine
where we both can go to pray
for there's something about your beauty that reminds me of long ago
when ships had sails....

I have never walked in a desert afternoon
though I know I would recognize
it's searing heat
for I've felt my face burning with the same kind of shame
when I couldn't take my eyes up from my feet
but there's no shame in this kind of fear
come on, let us bless that fates that brought us here...

you can trust me with your secret, you can trust me with your life
carve your initials in my heart
with any kind of knife
for there's something about your loving
that reminds me of long ago
when ships had sails, and we were all free to go...
when ships had sails...

Trust me with your secret, you can trust me with your life
carve your initials in my heart
with any kind of knife
for there's something about your loving
that reminds me of long ago
when ships had sails, and we were all free to go...
when ships had sails...