Paroles de 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