september flies all saltyness
brand new digital photos in your **** getup
you didn't know I knew you'd come round, right

by this wheel
on that track
on your wing
you bring me into you without red penny promises
and I know you mean it, each time

when the surf takes hold, edge along the side
into the bluff and sea spray, hold my hand
I close my eyes and feel your fingers marry mine
over the cliff, those longheld things soon fly free