Sailing To Death - Eric Serra

Sailing to paradise Sailing to paradise Sailing away from here I've had enough of troubles I'm sailing away from here I'm going to an island Where nobody's missing time And no-one cares about money Oh, see winter where the skies are blue Where we can love beneath the silver moon Sailing to paradise Out of the rat race games And fighting on the freeway Where everyone looks the same They're working hard for nothing Oh, see winter where the skies are blue Where we can love beneath the silver moon Riding the wings of a song To the edge of the world and beyond To a place where the mermaids play And everyday, every way we'll love Sailing away from here I've had enough of troubles I'm sailing away from here I'm going to an island Where nobody's missing time And no-one cares about money Oh, see winter where the skies are blue Where we can love beneath the silver moon Oh, see winds so I can be Sailing away Sailing away Sailing away oh Oh, see winds so I can be Sailing away Sailing away Sailing away oh Oh, see winds so I can be Sailing away Sailing away Sailing away oh Repeat last verse and fade.

Tomorrow I sail the world Lovin, more than I know with blood on my hands Wouldn't know, you're a devious sister Guts on your blouse Close your old ways And diamonds a dozen Sailing to nowhere They burn and float on Still we move on through the night Boiling systems Drain the lot They go down by their hearts One by one Long to find A way up Following the ghost down Running in circles A mouse on the table I try to feel, I just don't Hurtin' and dead inside Go on and cut 'em in half Said I

I am Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie Boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forest of the Iroquois Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning is begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line