Since July the 31st
When the winter did it's worst
I've been pining for a place
Where sleep divides the days
And the ocean keeps those silences at bay
Late last night
I was woken by the murmuring
Of the insects and insomniacs outside
While you slept
I went through all my winter clothes
And quiet was the only thing I kept
With every passing day
Seems more difficult to say
And forgive me if I'm wrong
But you'll forget me when I'm gone
Late last night
I was woken by the murmuring
Of the insects and insomniacs outside
But up til then
I was dreaming of the the pines along the promenade
The summer on my skin
It's too long since I saw the sun arising
From the faint curve of an unbroken horizon
I don't mean to suggest I'm getting older
But the city looks it's best over my shoulder
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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