Lucksmiths
Pines
Since July the 31stWhen the winter did it's worstI've been pining for a placeWhere sleep divides the daysAnd the ocean keeps those silences at bayLate last nightI was woken by the murmuringOf the insects and insomniacs outsideWhile you sleptI went through all my winter clothesAnd quiet was the only thing I keptWith every passing daySeems more difficult to sayAnd forgive me if I'm wrongBut you'll forget me when I'm goneLate last nightI was woken by the murmuringOf the insects and insomniacs outsideBut up til thenI was dreaming of the the pines along the promenadeThe summer on my skinIt's too long since I saw the sun arisingFrom the faint curve of an unbroken horizonI don't mean to suggest I'm getting olderBut the city looks it's best over my shoulder
From Letras Mania