Of death I’ve dreamt,
Indeed I have,
My darling dearest girl
Take a closer look,
Be sure...

For your choice can never be reversed

Would you wish sink this life you’ve known,
To the bottom of the sea,
Even if, beside your own,
It drowned your family?

And you,
Alone

Love’s a ship,
Built out of bricks.
It shouldn’t float,
And yet it does

If ever you feel your hands are stained,
Do not cower from the light,
Don’t hide away inside the dark.
Cause should you feel your hands are stained,
Well, we’ve such a miracle as soap

So next you feel your heart’s awoke,
Awoken, yes,
Though as an oak.
Heavy, rough, turned black with rot,
Know that mourning doves still fly.

With sea swept air,
And starstruck...