No one has ever seen her cry but hidden in her eyes there's a whole wide sea.
Clementine walks around at night, talks the moonlight into sleep.
Wakes up slowly, taking her time, she has no one to meet.
No one wonders where she's from,
If she has ever had someone of her own.
She is just a part of the sea,
A part of you and me.
Clementine reads all day long, carries the world of someone unknown.
Finds her castle, sits on the throne, then she is not alone.
No one wonders where she's from,
If she has ever had someone of her own.
She is just a part of the sea,
A part of you and me.
Clementine was born not to be...
