Head for the sea, Anna.nYour landlocked thoughts have suffered you wellnThe cold water's salty solution maynBurn but not cleansenEvery pore.nBe baptized be clean. Forget about me,nHead for the sea. Rest on sea.nRest on the sea.nnRest on the tide, Anna.nThe undercurrent will soon wash away nAnd the left over foam is but a pillownTo put to sleep your longings, your pain.nI held on too longnI've run out of songnTo lull you to sleep, To keep you for me.nHead for the sea. Rest on the sea.nJust forget about me.