Monday, January 5, 2009

Lisa Hannigan: Lille

He went to sea for a day, he wanted to know what to say when he's asked what he'd done in the past to someone that he loves endlessly, now she's gone, so is he.

I went to war every morning, I lost my way but now I'm following what you said in my arms, what i read in the charms, that i love durably now it's dead and gone and i am free.

I went to sleep for the daytime, i shut my eyes to the sunshine, turned my head away from the noise, bruise and drip decay of childish toys that i loved arguably, all our labouring gone to seed.

we went out to play for the evening, wanted to hold on to the feeling and the stretch in the sun, and our breathlessness as we run to the beach endlessly, as the sun creeps up on the sea.

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