We took a walk on the pier
Down on the lower side
The wind was rising up
The sky slate like fear
We talked above the birds
Screeching like a song
A long forgotten story
Set to sound and words
What was it that you said
I thought I heard you say
It’s just the back door
Birds coming back around again
The water on the ground
Like glass and mirrored walls
I thought I caught a glance
And then you turned around
Sitting in the stands
So cold and winter nights
I fell asleep and dreamed
You carried me back home
It’s where the heart will be
Until there’s no one left
And right in the early morning
We’ll sit and drink black tea
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