Don't Call Me Ishmael - Autumnsong
I dreamt of a bright, cold Saturday
We were walking threw a stone in the lake
When I need to be reassured by your smile
I seem to wake up and I can't ask you to
Turn around
Let me see you now
Turn around
And come back somehow
Met at the beach, where we used to sit
And when you spoke your words were lost to the wind
Your strength it scared me so I added that
I'm sorry to have upset you with tears in my eyes
In the hallway blinds drawn letters piled
The ghost is roaming telling lies in the night
Somehow
Written by:
Sophie Tasker
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