The sun sets in your eyes,
Almost every night,
The sound of a busy street,
Can be so deafening.

I can’t face the facts,
Your heart attacks,
They make me miss,
Your face is a blur,
I forget all the words.

Our love will never change,
With one foot in the grave,
The other in a cast,
Our love will never last.

I’m the son of a fisherman and a French migrant,
I’m just the same as a man who was born with a tongue on his foot,
I can taste the earth, I can taste the earth.

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The Fisherman song meanings
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