Across the Tropic Line (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Cinnamon bark in the market air

Sea breeze tangled in your woven hair

Cracking green coconut on the stone

Never felt this easy on my own

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the compass start to spin?

Where does the heat end and we begin?

Tell me who could ever look away?

Chorus

Take my hand and leave the shade behind

Drink the daylight down like sugarcane wine

Salt is glowing on your collarbone

Never felt so far away from home

Caught in your current, warm and fine

You pulled me right across the tropic line

Verse 2

Woven raffia swinging from your hip

Cold papaya dripping on your lip

Tracing a circle in the cooling sand

Tuck a wild orchid in my open hand

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the compass start to spin?

Where does the heat end and we begin?

Tell me who could ever look away?

Chorus

Take my hand and leave the shade behind

Drink the daylight down like sugarcane wine

Salt is glowing on your collarbone

Never felt so far away from home

Caught in your current, warm and fine

You pulled me right across the tropic line

Bridge

I kept my borders drawn in heavy stone

Guarded every step I took alone

Now the trade winds blow the gate wide open

Look at that horizon burning golden

Chorus

Take my hand and leave the shade behind

Drink the daylight down like sugarcane wine

Salt is glowing on your collarbone

Never felt so far away from home

Caught in your current, warm and fine

You pulled me right across the tropic line