He sits with his head in his hands,
He's feet stunk into the sand
The sky turns grey above him
He shows no signs of being alive
But what could a boy do?
The day the world went wrong
He was in the front row
What must he go through to pay,
To pay well he don't know
Maria, he's sweetness, he's light
He's redress, he's night, he's day
They rented a flat together
Shared they summer in a hideaway
All he needed was her cheek pressed to his
And his world was calm
He could almost weep
Just watching her sleeping
In the circles of his arms

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