The feel of the soft sand On your feet replaced with pebbles. Uncomfortable, probably therapeutic. Read me poetry. Recite it from memory If you like. I'll be your Juliet. Say it's Our wedding night. That'd be laugh.
There's a town behind us. Invisible hand. Economics. It probably matters to some people But I don't regard money, I'm a poet Juliet. I look at the sea. I don't Understand money. All Greek to me.
Socrates. Democracy. Will you ever Slow down? Ever understand that The grey sea is not a metaphor for Your state of mind, it's a trick of the Light. Calm down Romeo. You're Not a poet. You're a wreck.
Kiss me Juliet. Whoever you may be. Dance a slow dance, against pebbles Instead of sand. I, your Romeo Will write you a poem against The grey sea, sky, state of mind. It's a shame you're so far away.
Will I ever see your face? You're so far away. Not Across the sea. Behind Me. Three hundred kilometres Away. Makes me want to Fall asleep. Fall asleep.
Send me a text Juliet. Answer me. I'm looking Out to sea. Good 4g. Town behind me, I'm not there.
I'm nowhere. Come to me. End this sick ballad Before I fall asleep. Grey sea. All around me. **** society. Don't let me Fall asleep. I don't want to fall asleep. Don't want to see you drift Into sea like the old Juliets did. Sick production. Sick. Sick. The work of a Philistine. The kiss was forced, Felt like his Juliet was in Liverpool. Disgusting place Until you were born Juliet. Come to me. Recite poetry By the sea. This is a sad Ballad, so much self pity. Let me be with you Juliet. Let's run far away before I fall asleep. Oh life without you, Makes me want to fall asleep.