Nothing much to plan for a sailor on the sand
when the sky 's a blue movie [bad word] you had stopped, pick a fight and pick it up
you were always ahead of me

rain darkens the place, you [bad word] to my embrace
but I'm home if you want to go
something you had lost at the border that you crossed
was it lost for you after all
was it lost for you after all

your [bad word] still remind you
of the risk you should never take
I just can't do enough
a storm inside a cuff
I wanna take them off, take them off

what else can be said
can you say you wish me dead
or that all should be like before

linger, count to three
count the bodies in the sea
I know [bad word] around my door
I know you [bad word] around my door

your [bad word] still remind you
of the risk you should never take
I just can't do enough
a storm inside a cuff
I wanna take them off, take them off
I wanna wash them off, wash them off
I wanna wash them off, wash them off

Nothing much to plan for a sailor on the sand
when the sky 's a blue movie [bad word] you had stopped, pick a fight and pick it up
you were always ahead of me