The sea will embrace us, bury us in sand
The fisherman will throw out their lines
And catch our souls in the net
Forgive me my love
It's way too late to think about some things
I think you need some air
We're lying in such a big puddle
Forgive me my love
Jeans soaked and clinging
It seems to me we're pretty stuck
It seems to me the sun's gone out
Forgive me my love
It's quiet, can't hear either the clock or the seagulls
Obediently, we turn off our hearts
And you're in the sand, as if in bronze
Forgive me my love