The air like a caress, the metallic sea
Golden rain showering, the city splashes me
and drop by drop, from Key West to Little Haiti,
smiles are rare and the crowds are dreary.
Boredom, oh, the boredom is day and night
Whisky in white martini,
God, we are so bored in Miami
The beach after the storm, like an unmade bed
The dream lies beneath the sand, happiness guaranteed
The colours are aged, the sun freezes our bones
and if it seems grey elsewhere, it is still worse here
Boredom, oh, the boredom is day and night
Whisky in white martini,
God, we are so bored in Miami