Colorful boxes against our gray Ticket in hand, we have traveled a long way And I have not seen myself in several days And, man, it feels good not to think I see the sun, the air The salt in your hair I'm not going anywhere Anywhere And we took a boat out to be misled And silence we float as I look at The back of your hand And your hand Like two lovers on an unmade bed Like two lovers on an unmade bed Like two lovers on an unmade bed Like two lovers on an unmade bed Like two lovers on an unmade bed Like two lovers on an unmade bed Oh, watch out for that sun It's a powerful gun And I like it, I like it on you And I like it on me I like loving the sea I see you, you see me *
