Tessa Tide - The Sailor

He wears
The bottom of his pants
Rolled up
Just in case
He's walking by the sea
And a wave comes in
Oh wise man
Knows how to read the currents
Knows a million faces
I never told him this back then
But I didn't want to miss a thing
I shot it all on my Blackkamera
All I couldn't capture was the scent
I just wanted to live it all again
A few years later
Mmmm
Old hands
But capture storm lightning
On film
White and blue
Short sleeve striped shirt
Writes books with no words
I never told him this back then
But I didn't want to miss a thing
I shot it all on my Blackkamera
All I couldn't capture was the scent
I just wanted to live it all again
A few years later
Flashback
Rainy night
Driving home
All alone
The first time
I got to know
His silky voice
On the phone
Now there's a little bit
Of his accent
When I hear myself speak
Oh his accent
Just a little bit
I never told him this back then
But I didn't want to miss a thing
I shot it all on my Blackkamera
All I couldn't capture was the scent
I just wanted to live it all again
A few years later
Eyes of a narrator
Oh oh

Written by:
Teresa Millan Valbuena

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