Bethany

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why try to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant laughter, makes you keep to morning trains, look out towards the sea, don’t push us away, when love lies spooling, it guarantees no sweetness, find a place with rules, you sing of gain, that's no eternity, join in our embrace, it will set you free.