Hello my lover,
pool in morning.
Ships are yawning,
in their 'morance'.
Rain and wind and swirling sea,
but the sun will come,
eventually.
I follow your lead through thick pine needles,
far above the glass and steel.
The trees will bend,
the birds will creep,
and we will be discreet,
eventually.
And this is the life,
walking in our raincoats.
Wandering up old Mt Victory,
Looking upon the ocean draw in.
Pictures of a foaming sea
where we will flee,
eventually.
And this is the life,
walking in our raincoats.
And this is the life,
walking in our raincoats.
With damp cold flats with broken heaters.
History chaps,
old fact repeaters.
With coffee, scones and scarfs to creep.
What the world will be,
eventually.
Eventually.