Pastels Leaving This Island
In the morning you will breahte
and in the evening you'll believe
no more cramping in your style
no more dampening your smile
Oh her house is homemade
but she's leaving this island
oh, will you row
or with a sail and a wind
will you go?
Over the roadless land
your world curves towards me
you came sailing across
not relaying your loss
Oh I've waited so long
my childish writing
is stil there after all
east house to Norway
aeroplane through the rain
Oh her house is homemade
but she's leaving this island
oh, will you row
or with a sail and a wind
will you go?
