Coconut Grove

(álbum: If Your Memory Serves You Well - 2006)

It's really true
how nothing matters.
Then, my word, and
no mad hatters.
No one's bitching
'cause there ain't no batters
in Coconut Grove.

By the door,
there's no one coming.
Oceans roll
will dull the drumming
in your city thoughts and
city ways.

The ocean breeze is cool,
my mind.
The salty days are hers and mine
just to do what we want to.
Tonight we'll find a dune
that's ours
and softly she will speak the stars
'til the sun up.

It's all from having
someone knowing
just which way your head is blowing.
It's always warm
like in the morning
in Coconut Grove.

The ocean breeze is cool,
my mind, the salty days are
hers and mine,
just to do what we wanna.
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
and softly she will speak the stars
until sun up.

It's really true
how nothing matters.
Then, my word, and no
mad hatters.
No one's bitching
'cause there ain't no batters
in Coconut Grove.