While Starlings sketch the sky
you my love are gone
they fall and swoop to cloud my eye
and you my love are gone
The pier is thrashed by wave on wave
no pulsing swell will bring you home
unchained from hope yet still a slave
and slave to it alone
A thousand lovers pass me by
unnoticed in the throng
not one of them would e’re know why
I’m lost where I belong
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
While Starlings sketch the sky
you my love are gone
they fall and swoop to cloud my eye
and you my love are gone
The pier is thrashed by wave on wave
no pulsing swell will bring you home
unchained from hope yet still a slave
and slave to it alone
A thousand lovers pass me by
unnoticed in the throng
not one of them would e’re know why
I’m lost where I belong
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