THE NIGHT BEFORE THE LAST WAS SATURDAY NIGHT

in the villages
all the blurry images
my name not henry
oh so weary
i will be
a travelling hippy
cause all the orders
they don´t make any sense
i can see
the beachwater shine
like a harbour
it flickers naked in the sky
The night before the last was saturday night
The night before the last was saturday night

i´ll never make it
to india
anyway
i´m lovesick
running down
take a swim
cause
i can´t hear myself
anymore
and when it clears
it rains upon
(repeat)

take a shut-up
and dive the sea
fading the day
the sun is struggling
to go away
i can see
the beachwater shine
like a harbour
it flickers naked in the sky
The night before the last was saturday night
The night before the last was saturday night.

words: boa
music: boa, vella