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