I'm walking next to you To the grey upon your shore I breathe your salty mind And my ears hear your wave's roar
Most precious things got lost Lost am I upon your sand Your waters grey from hope From those dreams died hand in hand Two rusty sails appear My eyes rinsed saltwaterly A light in grey disorder Sawing spindrift in the sea The rust becomes a shape And the shape a ship in form It's weeping wordless poems Telling legends from the storm It's landing in the bay Softly wavering on our hands The sails run down the mast While the gangman nearly lands I'm entering like a pilgrim On my lastest pilgrimage On deck sit icy frozen Numbed man in badinage I'm placing my beloved Right into the frozen round I leave the ship's planks groaning And the sails I set the sound
While you take man my dear one Into a grey moven swarm Your voice signs while I'm leaving Telling legends from the stormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
