Ully

Coming by train last night, I swear i'm fine really, to put love out of sight, he lives around the Bay, rocks me gently, tells me everything's OK, it's a perfect sight, the moon rides the sea, in his arms I'm alright, morning fresh live bait, the soul of lost seasons, a match salted holiday, he talks of what's might, and kisses me quietly, he won't leave his wife, from our roof we’re able, to see Saint Peter's, I catch myself flailing, voices for evening light, be what you want to be, soar like a kite, wish it that easy.