My fingers hover on the keyboard of my phone until...
My nose is in need of mint tea and spring storms...
It was so long ago, and yet
I remember very clearly...
Your features were traced in charcoal,
Not ink...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
Walking along the beachy sand
Walking along hand in hand...
There's a place in my heart that no-one can find
It's a place deep inside known only to mind...
Lonely nights & shattered dreams
Shadows of what could have been...
Yeah…
Late nights, low lights… you still here...
Life is too serious not to laugh,
Like cleansing yourself, waterless in a bath...
The wind can howl across the glen,
And the haar may fret the sea...
You showed up and like a girl-
I made jokes of dashboard lights and Christmas...
Daydreaming of you
And in my sleep...