With the brightest red lipstick on my lips
The only thing you can think of is me
Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
The gladiator of all fisherman's wives
Waiting for you by the window
Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
Working hard in the day
The boat breathing and the only thing
On the sea where you have to be a months at a time
In the night when you go to bed
You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing
Just like Anna waits for her man