Lletres: Battle. North Sea.

Oh my darling, I'll be waiting here for you,
But if winter comes the rain will soak me
All the way through.
I was hoping I didn't have to face the truth,
That if winter comes the rain will soak me
All the way through.

Take me to the ocean, if you don't believe me.
Run to the end of the land,
Cos in the end you can't pretend
To be something else.

The earth curves round you and well, here lies the truth,
Bored with waking up exhausted, always expecting news.
Oh my darling, I could see my soul gladly,
I could tell you all the things, you never thought to ask.

Take me to the ocean, if you don't believe me.
Run to the end of the land,
Cos in the end you can't pretend
To be something else.

Take me to the ocean, if you don't believe me.
Run to the end of the land,
Cos in the end you can't pretend.
Take me to the ocean, but you don't believe me (no you don't),
Run to the end of the land.
Cos in the end you can't pretend,
In the end you can't pretend,
In the end you can't pretend,
To be something else