In the night, waking up She's got an early flight In order to cross the English Border Tickets cheap as hell Putting on her clothes all quietly No time for boredom Taxi waiting for her Across the English Border There's someone else Present roles defined Both sides are clean Ocean in her eyes Like water on a screen It was fair He was halfway traveling there That is was her go To cross the English Border She'd agreed to that And as both were tired of city glam They planned on Cornwall Rent a car and roll Away from city bowl You can understand them, darling Wild Atlantic coast, Rolling hills and surf Picturesque small towns With old people Watching waves and birds In the air Sleepy people everywhere She's conversing her neighbour Who's been working As a sound engineer Vaguely she can hear her friends As they would say: Why bother? Get your thoughts in order Across the English Border They will be gone North sea through the clouds Light waves hit the eye The sound engineer is leaning over A stripe of land in sight