Sometimes the wind
stops ceasing to blow
and it throws me
straight into your show
you play with my heart
like a puppet on some strings
and when they break you
simply
fall into the wings
soaring through the air
like a bird with no sky
i look down and wonder
what its like to cry
is it too much to be
someones lover today
is it too much to be
sleeping in the sea
this is the swell season
and the waves wash over me
this is the swell season
and all i can smell is the sea
i am wandering the beach
no foot prints beside me
gods to heavy to carry
or maybe its just me...
maybe its just me...
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