Pacific

Written by：David Gedge

And what she gets she doesn't want

And what she gets she doesn't want

We swam across the bay

A single plane flew across the sky

Then we lay on our backs and made pictures with the clouds

I tasted the ocean when I kissed her fingers

And what she gets she doesn't want

And what she gets she doesn't want

A warm breeze carried her scent to me

She said I know I've hurt you

She took my hand and sighed

But in the middle of the night you will think of me

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