Under The Sky, Inside The Sea - Kitchens Of Distinction

The sea eats the shore it’s always hungry

We fall from laughing at the size of it all

Drinking wishing smoking hoping

He says «Well, here we are at the edge of the world.»

Well here we are standing at the sea

Paradise is not where he wants to be

He counts the stars wishing they were blurred

Willing the sky to paint them green

Well here we are staring at the sun

Under the sky, inside the sea