Watery Hands

When you leave this coast

Take me with you

Because I can't live with your ghost

She's too much like you

She's bigger than

The Pyramids

On water skis

And we both know that I've got bad knees

Some tricks I won't do

So I'm swimming back to you

Soaking wet

And fully intercoastal

But I still can't forget

Your farewell toast, you were dumped

On the beach

With bright red knees

But you dropped anchor and you dropped me

Now my flag flies blue

So I'm swimming back to you

You're made of water

I'm made of sand

Don't grit your teeth

Just let me kiss your

Watery hands

Stop washing me away

Stop washing me away

You're made of water

I'm made of sand

Don't grit your teeth

Just let me kiss your

Watery hands