there are new things in my eyes
that they must be told
i met an ancient world and it hit me
rude and free

i gotta unfurl my tongue
be with a face in the sea
being small
and hopefully.. i must

new places i've been round, love
and it hurts me to tell you
been blind a cigarrette-me-up
and it hurts like old feeling

down to the seaside we walked
one thousand smiles
foreign whisper
foreign whisper

get on my boat, love
new seas to be found
gorgeous headache, you appear
as the craziest thought of man

help me

i must shoot my aim
it must flow poetry around my veins
spit and turn my eyes to the underground
where i find sweet taste
and you know what i mean

get on my boat, love
let's sleep till we find the land of our pa
this lonesome road takes us somewhere
but surely not the way home
this lonesome road..

your smile is such a chill
it shows me here's our last randezvous

we're brown of sin
the sand is my best friend

there are new things in my eyes
that they must be told.