Martin Finke - Jetplane lyrics

My landlady is the sea She keeps me and rolls me to where there is joy Unfairly we offer our hearts to her She'll keep them And chuck them and high huck them Good luck to them My girl is a jetplane at night A hot concentration of fast moving light I think that when I hold her in evening time Perhaps that her love demands more time That perhaps for her love I should count to three hundred And cast off my own needs till that time Perhaps in her eyes there is happiness Perhaps in her heart is a restful content Perhaps in her family there was a great lawfulness A healthy old record of love not duress But I have not paid her in kind A keepsake here and one there For my sake more than for hers