We wander through your city
We've traveled very far
We spend our hard-earned money at the bar

We can't afford a taxi
We shouldn't drive a car
And tomorrow, we return to the sea
Yes, tomorrow, return to the sea

I love you, dear old Robyn
I've loved you all along
To you I leave every word in every song
My friends say I'm bipolar
My friends are sometimes wrong

These illusions are all I take with me
On the cold and lonely, unforgiving sea:
love that will never [bad word] to be.