Bleu marine et blues marin

Some dreams never leave the dream box
A bit like rusty cargo ships
That stay stranded at the end of a dock
I dreamed of sailing to the Southern Cross
Of crossing paths off the coast of Bermuda
And setting off when the wind picks up

To take the hurricane in my sail
And steal the scents of girls at the stopover
No time, no choice
Too bad for me

And the sun that sets
Sails with a crimson reflection
Your navy blue eyes
And my ocean blues

There are phrases we never erase from our slate
We all have an old manuscript
Of a book we never wrote
I dreamed of opium nights with Rimbaud
Of rum smuggling in Colombo
Or junks and turquoise lagoons

I wasn't Monfreid or Cendrars
We must not have hung out at the same bars
No choice, no time
And the end of the story

And the sun that sets
Greets with a warm smile
Your navy blue eyes
And my ocean blues

Your navy blue eyes
And my ocean blues

There are horizons that never change places
We're moored at the port
And we forget to board
I probably dreamed a bit too hard, a bit too far
Yeah, but it's the dream that holds us
Need for hope, need for space

I'll never know the legend
That gave the blues to the Irish Sea
Time plays its part
Too bad for us

And the sun that sets
Colors with a bit of sorrow
Your navy blue eyes
And my ocean blues

Some dreams never leave the dream box