Lotte Kestner - The Bluebird Of Happiness

I'm thinking I am going to get up
In the second act if I don't laugh enough
The tidal waves don't want to carry us
But if I can catch one I'll whisper

I'm always on the run and
I hate copy past for God's sake
Bury me at sea, bury me at sea
Bury me at sea, bury me at sea

I'm gonna need what I forgot to pack
And make a scene of rifling for it
We were something and I'll remember it
I can conjure you if I want to but why would I do that
Bury me at sea, bury me at sea
Bury me at sea, bury me at sea