And I had looked back,
On the troubles that I find you in,
To just let go of what had passed,
And I lie wrapped in this little warm blanket,
Thinking of you,
Thinking of when we met for the very first of time,
You were clad in pink,
And there I thought, “so angels did fall under this starlight!”
And the only thing I could think of,
That you are the one to die for,
So tonight,
When the sea is a little calmer,
And moon shines a little less,
A waned moon!
A cold sea!
But the world is little less sane,
And this wind is little softer than usual,
As if I’d seen you for the very first of time,
As if I’d felt shy,
And yet I kept looking at you!