Too Late, the Transmission - Memories of Alkali II: Soft and the Silver

A pulsing pattern speaks
Inviting me
To a treasure vailed
Beyond my keep
I never thought I'd have
To choose between
The soft and the silver gleam
The ladders down
On the port side
You left a trail
I assume
I'm sorry I won't be there
To introduce you
But I promise
She's lovely and fair
Break it to her gently
Break it to her gently
Break it to her gently
Break it to her gently

Written by:
Ben Long

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