The beaches of Goa - to be just mine and yours
to walk all over the bricks that are seen from the Moon
and smell the cherry flowers
To push distorted towers
and watch the small people from the straight ones
A head made of sugar - to spread its hands to us
I want to go somewhere so bad
I want to go somewhere so bad
Red traces and polar circles
and shelves like glasses of the old well known Plymouth
and Big Ban, broken noses on the sand dunes
to be ours
I want to go somewhere so bad
Anywhere, anywhere
I want to go somewhere so bad