RIP James Freud.
Barbados _Models_ (1985)
All I see is washed away
I am the voice left from drinking
I celebrate my love for you
Into the calm say I believe
That all the bitterness will last for hours
Maybe I would blind the girl
Who is drowning in the silence
She turns the grey into a cold stare
Into a storm I have to be
Wake up to anger and mixed emotions
In the sun I will come to see Barbados