附注:
No track for the mandolin yet, sorry, I'm working on it.
Tonight, we're the sea and the salty breeze,
The milk from your breast is on my lips,
And lovelier words from your mouth to me,
When salty my sweat and fingertips,
Our hands they seek the end of afternoon,
My hands believe and move over you,
Tonight, we're the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight we're the scent of your
long black hair
spread out like your breath
across my back
Your hands they move like waves over me
beneath the moon, tonight, we're the sea
