I am worn, frayed and torn
An agent of love forlorn
I am the city sweep
The petty thief, with a stolen heart
And I’m trying to find my way back to you and pick up from the start
I rode the waves of fortune
‘Till the ocean whispered your tune
A lofty ledge and jagged edge, I crashed upon
Now I’m drowning trying to catch a glimpse of where you’ve gone
Go let your hair down baby,
Your caress cannot save me
A letter fetch, as arms can’t stretch across a sea
And I’ll be waiting on a couch somewhere for your reply
Final Thoughts, With Tom & Jo
I’m a face in the crowd
I’m a hole in the ground
I’m a beautiful mess
I’m your shame and regret
I’m hoping to find a way out of here

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