Foreign Skies Lyrics - Kathryn Williams

When the moon pull rushes in 

Crashes into sand 

It lingers in the last sunlight 

And holds onto every strand 

I'm as still as boats on land 

Sitting next to you 

Breathing in a foreign sky 

More shades that the word blue 

Air as warm as runny honey 

Pours golden on my skin 

The wind plays games with olive leaves 

And brushes the grass into lines 

I'm as still as boats on land 

Sitting next to you 

Breathing in a foreign sky 

With more shades than the word blue