The pollen on my nose, marks the start of the spring and the death of the cold
So I move south down the east coast, hope for west winds and for warm toes
To try and understand
The words we know
To try and hold your hand and learn
The ways we speak the ways we fold


Land and sea, land and home
Taking off all, taking off all your clothes
I don't know, I don't know if I'm good for you
Land and sea, land and home
Gave my eyes to the sun, sold my heart to the road
I don't know, I don't know if I'm good for you
‘cause I can't give you, things to keep or things to lose
And I don't know
If I'm good for you
I don't know
If I'm good for you


Just because it's good for you, it doesn't mean, that it's something I've worn I've worn, and
Even if you're worth holding to, with sunburnt lips and morning stars
And I know I'm not good for you, it doesn't mean that it's something I've worn I've worn, and
Even if you're worth holding to, with sunburnt hips and open arms

Land and sea, land and home
Taking off all, taking off all your clothes
I don't know, I don't know if I'm good for you
Land and sea, land and home
Gave my eyes to the sun, sold my heart to the road
I don't know, I don't know if I'm good for you
‘cause I can't give you, things to keep or things to lose
And I don't know
If I'm good for you
I don't know
If I'm good for you