Driving down from Milan to some place near Tuscany You look up from the road sayin´ you never had more love for me The radio brings up Cohen, with a So Long Marie Ann
That bastard´s got me cryin´ like nobody ever can I tell you that I love you and you show me that you know The Casilini in the mirror´s honking "why you gotta drive so slow?" So we pull up to the highway side, and life goes buzzin´ by Our kisses are not deep and warm, they are soft and to the sky You say our life´s a hurricane, I say our life´s the sea You lay a finger on my lips, sayin´ "hush now, let it be" I say "alright, a Hurricane", you say "you´re god damn right" We both a-start a-spinnin´ and we take into a flight
Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin´ sweet Jolene I´m a poet of the ocean, you´re a poet of the wind Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin´ sweet Jolene I´m a poet of the ocean, you´re a poet of the wind
We drop down Kahului town in time to see the whales They migrate from Alaska and their beauty never fails Deep into the distance, there´s just ocean and some sky We fall onto our backs and watch a White-Tail passing by That feline smile crawls up your mouth, you say "That´s gotta be a sign" That´s the dove of our love, this beach is our shrine
The surfers in the northern sore are waiting for the swell You ask if it´s a metaphor, I answer "yes, it is, for hell" While everybody´s waiting for the belly of the sea You say common let´s take a vow, and sing a prayer with me
Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin´ sweet Jolene I´m a poet of the ocean, you´re a poet of the wind Oh La la la la la la la, oh spinnin´ sweet Jolene I´m a poet of the ocean, you´re a poet of the wind
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