There is a treasure Buried down Under an island You never tell where to find it Cause the past Makes your heart feel sad For moments Wou would have never had But from time to time You allow the hunt to start Knowing the wooden chest is covered In saltpeter and its iron is rustier than a horseshoe Fragile as thin glass Starting to read your insecurities And masked weaknesses as if it was a map Knowing the red cross is far The journey through water will be worth the time passed. Lungs full of hope that the box is filled With pure gold but tired of the fact that the tide goes up and down Making sure it's not an easy quest to dig the shovel And realizing it will be fully hidden once again the morning after People have limited patience And you know it better than anyone So, after these last sunsets, if I find your treasure, Don't force me to throw it off board, for I've lost many things Hey, nothing feels the same Hey, nothing feels the same Hey, nothing feels the same Without you Nothing feels the same