There are new things in my eyes. That they must be told. I met an ancient world. But it hit me. So rude end free. I gotta unfurl my tongue. Immediately. Be with a face in the sea. Being small. And hopefully.. I must. New places I've been round love. And it hurts me to tell you. Been blind a cigarrette-me-up. And it hit like old feeling. Down to the seaside we walked. One thousand smiles. Foreign whisper. Foreign whisper. Get on my boad love. There are new seas to be found. Gorgeous headache you appear. As the craziest thought of man. Help me. I gotta shoot my aim. It must flow petry inside my veins. They must spit and turn my eyes to the underground. Where I find sweet taste. And you know what I mean. Get on my boat love. Let's sleep till we find the land of our pa. Cause this lonesome road takes us somewhere. But surely not the way home. Your smile is such a chill. But it shows me here's our last randezvous. We're brown of sin. The sand is my best friend. There are new things in my eyes. That they must be told.