The Shipwreck Coast
(Donald)
Clouds and clifftops close
Grey like all the ghosts
It’s cold on the shipwreck coast this morning
You’re looking for Lorne
A coat to keep you warm
A scarf to keep me from noticing you’re yawning
The grass in the graveyard grows
Grey like all the ghosts
It’s eerie on the shipwreck coast this evening
I know that we’d agreed
I’d try and pay no heed
But history is all that I believe in
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