The Unbearable Brightness of Seeing
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
Writer/s: Simon Poore
