Andreus

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, our loving done on Sundays, each part of the gloam, is suddenly drained, somewhere I’m alone, you touch my knee, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget cocktail parties, catch moments like these, listen to what I say, buy me chips and mayonnaise, hear me pray.