Checkmate
Cut a slice right through high seas,
For this hand of glory,
A kiss of memories,
And me.
Is this a love high sign?
A heart turned over and on?
I know its not mine.
It's gone.
I’ve been dreaming lately,
Feeling the night,
Feeling it through.
I’ve been crying baby,
Bleeding my heart,
Bleeding it blue.
Send a stranger on high tide,
A whitewashed sea, a blackened sky.
I’ll leave with you
And kiss the land goodbye.
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