High above the bordertown I can see the golden ground If I wasn't looking down I might have lost you in the miles Ocean blue and foaming white surround the body of my flight as I flew out of sight You were turning in the stiles and I know what it means to you and I know what it means to me and I know how it feels to be burned by the sun, the sun I love the sun Now I'm sleeping on the sand of an unfamiliar land And I'm dreaming up a plan to get you on the breeze And I'm staring at the speck Of the map laid on the deck It's time to make a trek On forgiving seas and I know what it means to you and I know what it means to me and I know how it feels to be burned by the sun, the sun I love the sun and I know what it means to you and I know what it means to me and I know we all want to be Burned by the sun.