a summer day of rain and whistles
black flies biting
mermaid giggles
and while we whiled away the afternoon
the silken sand of wind and willow
willow weeps but still tomorrow
I won't speak of you or you of me
I see you riding by the corner
as I'm tucked beneath the awning
hiding from your shadow in the rain
we'll never speak of love......
we'll never speak of love....
in the mermaid parade
on that wild windy day
we couldn't keep the tide from comin' in.
can the past burn into ashes?
can our ashes spread to soil?
can new seeds be pressed below it?
and new life sprout from above it?
will the plant that then arises
carry something from below it?
will it look like you
or look like me?
will we weep
will we see
will we cry
will we speak
will we know another day
another time
another day
another time.....?
we'll never speak of love....
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listen to the song here
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