and even if it’s cold outside (god, it’s august!) and there ain’t no beach – i feel so much more relaxed inside. waiting for september, for riitta to come, for uni to start and, and, and. so it might be as well sittin me down on that beach.
I have swam those raging seas
Washed up by an ocean who had tired of me
How I survive
I will never know
This wreck got a home
And a whole lot of hope
I’m out on a beach
Sat on a rock
Thinking of you and the love I’ve got
I belive.