Her heart is made of the horizon.
You walk through the shoreline
And think you can measure it.
How big it must be to hold
Thousands of sunrise and sunsets
And ships and mermaids
And battles and heaven.
Her heart is made of the horizon.
You walk through the shoreline
And think you can measure it.
How big it must be to hold
Thousands of sunrise and sunsets
And ships and mermaids
And battles and heaven.
