Emiliana Torrini Fishermans Woman Lyrics

Fishermans Woman Lyrics

I’m pretending to be a good fisherman’s woman



Just like Anna Inkersman



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