Call it like you see it
, its the sun chasing the moon ,
always one hour late
always one too soon.
Call it like you see it
, its the moon chasing the sun.
This game that keeps on going -
is never truly done.
Call it like you see it ,
there's an ocean in my tide
something to look forward to
whilst the sun is in my hide.
But call it what you will
The sun is never gone
, although the ocean has my heart
the sun will always be the one.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Call it like you see it
, its the sun chasing the moon ,
always one hour late
always one too soon.
Call it like you see it
, its the moon chasing the sun.
This game that keeps on going -
is never truly done.
Call it like you see it ,
there's an ocean in my tide
something to look forward to
whilst the sun is in my hide.
But call it what you will
The sun is never gone
, although the ocean has my heart
the sun will always be the one.
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