Coconut Grove is a very small cove
Separated from the sea by a shifting shoal
We didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide
Will we make it out alive?
Oh
When all the fishermen were working at night
Not even once did we see a light
We didn't realize the forecast had been revised
And moonless skies and shifty wind that gusts and dies
On the sand I keel here this evening but tonight we've got to be leaving
Traveling through the day and into the evening
?
And your life is short even a welcoming word ?
Those bright colors show
That is really love ?
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