Jamaica
Find it in me, to be your lover
Find it in me, to be your friend
I got a home, with space for another
So I’ll be yours
We can let it go cos summer girlfriends, house in Jamaica
Said oh “we’ve got a drink we can bring”
This is modern life and I’ve got a patience, sat by temptation
Said oh “such an extraordinary thing”
Fast asleep, in a suit, by the fire
Empty space, close my eyes, we expire
How’d we come here? How’d we find this place on our own?
Smell that burning? Must be someone who calls this home
Guess I’ll ask her later Guess I’ll ask her alone
