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