For you, I leave my light on To do its best against the storm And you came in like the tide and I knew that we could keep each other warm You bring crocosmia and fuchsias And I, I sing your name into the night A king of salt and stones, your compass It swings from you to me tonight
We swim without a word between us Our breath held in We read enough in the rush of Braille on our skin, on our skin
I fill a glass with what you gathered They wilt against the window pane The morning sees you off with nets to scatter You will come in with the tide again
We swim without a word between us Our breath held in We read enough in the rush of Braille on our skin, on our skin
We swim without a word between us Our breath held in We read enough in the rush of Braille on our skin, on our skin