Anda

Colourful boxes against our grave
Ticket in hand, we have travelled a long way
And I have not seen myself in several days
And man, it feels good not to think
The sea, the sand, the air
The salt in your hair
I’m not going anywhere
Anywhere
And we took a boat out to be mislead
In silence, we float as I
Look at the back of your head
Your head
Like two lovers on an unmade bed
Like two lovers on an unmade bed
Oh, watch out for that sun
It’s a powerful gun
I like it, I like it on you
I like it on me
I like love in the sea
I see you, you see me