silent pictures i paint
round the bends of an empty shipwreck
the wind colouring it grey again
while the water presses me to continue
blue to grey, grey to blue
until my mind is a blur
silent pictures i draw
my time will never be enough
with the wind re-painting the bleak landscape
of all the lost souls
and i wished i fell in love
i dont feel quite at home
as i count the newly drawn ship lights
and croon myself to sleep
edgeless waters pressing me to stay
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