Nothing is better than braving the cold with you
There are people who emigrate to warm countries
But we have no money in our cold hands
So we go to your parents in Zoutelande, in Zoutelande
And then we're here in the old beach house
What you tell me keeps me sober and warm
Above my head I see the gray clouds
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
We are here in the rickety beach house
Never made me out where we were
We drown ourselves in your father's drink
I'm glad you're here, glad you're here
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