Bored of It All

Skip across the hot sand
Let the water cool my feet
While the sun, it burns my back
Hold onto my wet hand
Try and be discreet
Tell me all I’m that
Sweat pools down my chest
I’m bored of it all
Strange at its best
Reassured of my call
Let me show you this town
This town could be more fun
And ease a troubled soul
Be my friend for now
We’ll drink wine beneath the sun
And make a fire when night falls
Sweat pools down my chest
I’m bored of it all
Strange at its best
Reassured of my call