Tatum

Look up at the moon, a spring tide today, ships pass by too soon, birds have flown, speeding on their way, what really do we own, eyes fill like pools, mirrors in the grate, missing somewthing new, it's now a bitter zone, where no one reigns, once we called home , find someone not cool, but kind and sedate, someone not like you, when the whistle blows, you#ll be off again, think empty phremones, freighters need fuel, to pay out the wages, just why we need love, keep up the flame..