seahawk from waning by Terre

Tracklist

5.	seahawk	3:24

Lyrics

in the tired summer, I've got weak limbs
and a weak mind concerned
with small things dirty and rusted
clouds drifting around, like us on A1A

me drunk on your perfume
I shake hands, aching hand
on the handle to an old door.

a door new wood and bone
separated by thin skin
brazen in the endless summer.

in the endless summer
I'm finding shade away from you,
I'm watching the tides,
I'm waiting to chant,
I'm sinking in the sand.