To Me
By birksy
Push the boat off, Let’s drift out on the lake, Leave the oars on shore, Throw the keys in our wake, There’s not an arm that can reach us, Not an eye that can see, The winds blow through the golden reeds, As you come home to me. Flip a coin up, Who cares just where it lands, The rocks just a hard place, Let it sink deep in the sands. In a while we’ll be alone, Our horizon blackened by the trees, In a moment we’ll be unknown, As you come home to me. It’s as though the wind is with us I look straight into your eyes, Your taste, it slowly lingers, Wipe the tears that you now cry. There’s no length’s I wouldn’t go to To keep you rocking all at sea, Tomorrow, it's true, you'll have to go, But right now, you’re just coming home to me. Written October 23rd, 1998 © on Oct 23 2001 06:40 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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