fisherman's woman

Lyrics

i'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman, just like anna ingunn's mom, the gladiator of all fisherman's wives, makes it a lot easier thinking of you, on the sea where you have to be a month at a time, working hard in the day, your hands cracking from the cold and the salt, in the night when you go to bed, you try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing, the boat breathing, and the only thing, the only thing you can think of is me, waiting for you by the window, with the brightest red lipstick on my lips, just like anna waits for her man, how will i learn, i'll wait