Anda - Billie Marten

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