Stranded and spent, brought to our knees Washed and cut to splintered debris Crashing tides of a crashing sea Then the ninth wave came down on me And everybody said; Oh I can't believe Sun of ochre, scarlet leaves Sparkled shores on Christmas eve Then the ninth wave came down on me I saw your face, lost in the haze Stranded and spent for 17 days I found you under palm trees shade Waiting for Apocolade And everybody said; Oh I can't believe Sun of ochre, scarlet leaves Sparkled shores on Christmas eve Then the ninth wave came down on me