Passing Ships
In faded hues, of green and blue, beneath the willow tree
I think of you, the way you looked, barefoot in the stream
I thought I saw you once, passing on the overground, we were two ships passing on the sea
I watched you fading out, fade into a misty dawn, drifting after something you can't see
And as the trees, dropping their leaves, rusty on the green
I think of you, the way you looked, you were there with me
We were just, ships out on the sea
Writer/s: ANDREW EVANS, JASON HAWTHORNE, LOUIS PRICE, PATRICK CONN, ROBBIE REID
