Head for the sea, Anna.
Your landlocked thoughts have suffered you well
The cold water's salty solution may
Burn but not cleanse
Every pore.
Be baptized be clean. Forget about me,
Head for the sea. Rest on sea.
Rest on the sea.
Rest on the tide, Anna.
The undercurrent will soon wash away
And the left over foam is but a pillow
To put to sleep your longings, your pain.
I held on too long
I've run out of song
To lull you to sleep, To keep you for me.
Head for the sea. Rest on the sea.
Just forget about me.