Feel the breeze down my bones
Smell the ocean shattering my lungs
While i'm heading to another haven
Not to meet you i suppose
Your tongue, my tongue
Nothing we do can be wrong
Your eyes, my eyes
Something might be compromised
Back o' ship, look into the deep
Feels like Berlin, looks like Carthagene
Need some meat for when the nights get cold
As you said i've been told
Ain't no actors in Vegas