Something is better than with you, the cold, the nagging There are people who emigrate to warm countries But we don't have money in our cold hands So we go to your parents in salt lands In salt lands And then we're sitting here in the old beach house What you told me sober man Above my head I see the grey cloud I'm glad you're here, glad you're here We're sitting here in the old beach house But we don't have money in our cold hands So we go to your parents in salt lands I'm glad you're here, glad you're here Nothing is better than crossing the country with you In sad places, having you by my side And to see that it's good, to see that we're thriving And with vodka and with booking, between lifeguards And then we're sitting here in the old beach house What you told me sober man Above my head I see the grey cloud I'm glad you're here, glad you're here We're sitting here in the old beach house But we don't have money in our cold hands So we go to your parents in salt lands I'm glad you're here, glad you're here I'm glad you're here I'm glad you're here I'm glad you're here I'm glad you're here And then we're sitting here in the old beach house What you told me sober man Above my head I see the grey cloud I'm glad you're here, glad you're here I'm glad you're here I'm glad you're here I'm glad you're here We're sitting here in the old beach house Didn't matter where we were We drown ourselves in the sound of your waves I'm glad you're here, glad you're here In salt land In salt land In salt land