The colours of the past were dripping
Uncovering who we are
The nights that I was cased in the arms of Astoria
And standing on the Fulton riverside
All of my life seemed to me like the lights out on the water;
Lonely notes of clarity
But didn’t they shine?
With the last tide, I will be there
And in the half-light, my eyes will see then
Nothing in this world was far enough
That mattered to me at all;
But then, I was blinded by the lights of Astoria
And didn’t they shine?
Didn’t they shine?
Uncovering who we are
The nights that I was cased in the arms of Astoria
And standing on the Fulton riverside
All of my life seemed to me like the lights out on the water;
Lonely notes of clarity
But didn’t they shine?
With the last tide, I will be there
And in the half-light, my eyes will see then
Nothing in this world was far enough
That mattered to me at all;
But then, I was blinded by the lights of Astoria
And didn’t they shine?
Didn’t they shine?
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!