New things in my eyes
That they must be told
Met an ancient world
But it hit me
Rude and free

Gotta unfurl my tongue immediately
Be with a face in the sea
Being small and hopefully
I must

New places I've been around, 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 boat, love
New seas to be found
Gorgeous headache, you appear
As the craziest thought of man
Help me

I must shoot my aim
It must flow poetry around 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
This lonesome road takes us somewhere
But surely not the way home
This lonesome road...

Oh, your smile is such a chill
But it shows me here's our last rendezvous
We're brown of sin
And the sand is my best friend

New things in my eyes
That they must be told