On, off white horses.

A coffee times table on
a buoy that's unstable and who fares
well on the sea,
salt in my sugar and that's in my tea
woe to the buoy and the boy within me.

There's a light on the hillside
flashing out to waves which in turn,
turn and wave to the light,
it is night, no one cares who fares well on the sea,
woe to the buoy and the boy within me.

Deep in the blue where sailors knew
and the sun is diffused from above,
on the coffee times table when I am able,
I will drown as I look for my love.