
the ocean called out for me today
its salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten
the ocean called out for me today
its salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten
When I turned that key, the night was finally over
It wasn’t easy, they threw a few fists
Mad that the ale had dried up
Now, in the calm of being left alone
I would start with the ashes
dumping out another one of those “greatest nights ever”
My memory is all I have to adore you.
A broken heart still bleeding for attention.
Before the picture fades,
I pray for a lost connection.
My fault bears a cross,
though, it was never my intention.
Forgive this, my wordy plea,
and grant me redemption.
Miss you Pop.