Steamboats on rainy days.
My face on the window-sill.
When I had waited so long.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
If only to prove we′re alive.
The tall ships, the harbour lights.
The heart still remembers
With their hand reaching out to me.
The last bedtime story you hear?
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I'm alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.
I still believe in the sunglow, the sun.
Dawn of my feelings, the light of my days.
I turned around the corner and somebody said I'm alive.
Somebody heard I was praying.