I remember this pier where we were
Walking like two lonesome friends
The sky was our trophy
A beautiful dream
As far as the eye can see
You told me in a low voice:
“Heads or tails”,
“Tails” we can get away from it all

But I can’t get out
Of my modern life

Listening to the ocean
Curled up in your arms
I didn’t expect that much
I was not in the mood
For being back for good
You told me in a low voice:
“Why can’t you see, we could get away from it all”

But I can’t get out
Of my modern life