Lyrics Nacre - Seashell - Line Gøttsche

Still, you exist
In the movements of my body
And your sweater on a hanger
Is like a ghost on the wall
I remember
There was a ferry
And an island
We were getting nearer
To the island
Now in my dreams
I protect myself from you
In evacuation shelters
The radio
The oranges

I would rather be a baby
Than a sitter
I want to be held
In your arms
Cover me
In your mind's broken laces

We stretch summer in Rome
Resting our eyes on the domes
A whole body on five toes

Your password is
Outside
My password is
The one for you
The book that we read aloud
Was stolen in the alley
Cotton cotton cotton pillow
Soft against your skin
Cotton cotton cotton pillow
Very softly
My sea shell baby