Romantic plans of sleeping on beaches
But no they are cold and restless dreams
Sandy bread and songs of nonsense
And a hug for warmth is what you need.
Running the cliffs in the early morn.
Running the cliffs and fighting the dawn.
Running the cliffs, screaming at the sea.
When you ran those cliffs, you were lost to me.
Not cheap bought whiskey and a sand made blanket
The wind ripping at your propped up back
Chanting to yourself clashing our songs
Were you lonely? Or avoiding the track?
Running the cliffs in the early morn.
Running the cliffs and fighting the dawn.
Running the cliffs, screaming at the sea.
When you ran those cliffs, you were lost to me.
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