The Burgh Island

With brown eyes shining, shoreline on a way to go, And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke And we lost sight of it, and breath tied up in summer's hold, Your eyes screamed it, Burgh Island, in sepia tones. And if I was ever to lea

Oh Blinding, now I see I could not hold you My orange tree lived in the darkened room From three words to share Maybe you were free before My blackened wing covered you I took the sing from your song I made a bed where you don't belong Call me she fe

Oats In The Water Go your way, I'll take the long way 'round, I'll find my own way down, As I should. And hold your gaze There's coke in the Midas touch A joke in the way that we rust, And breathe again. And you'll find loss And you'll fear what you