The Unbearable Brightness of Seeing

Simon Tall


There's a light
You can see
In the evening

And it burns
Like a candle
But you can't have your fill

There's a light
You can see
From your window

And it burns
Like a hole
In your heart

And I know the ships
That call to you now
And I know the ships
That call to you now

There's a light
You can see
When you're sleeping

And it burns
Like the sails
That have ripped on their beams

And I know the ships
That call to you now
And I know the ships
That call to you now


Autor(es): Simon Poore