From here the caravans are kids toys,
And I can hold them all in my palm,
I watch the sea creep round the corner,
It connects the dots from here to you.
The sunlight burning through the loose flags
Painted high on white church walls,
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I'm out of breath for trying.
Worry not everything is sound,
This is the safest place you've found,
The only noise beating out is ours,
Lacing our tea from honey jars.
These accidents of faith and nature,
They tend to stick in the spokes of you,
But every now and then the trend bucks,
And you're repaired by more than glue.
Worry not everything is sound,
This is the safest place you've found,
The only noise beating out is ours,
Lacing our tea from honey jars.
Why don't you rest your fragile bones?
A minute ago you looked alone,
Stop waving your arms, you're safe and dry,
Breathe in and drink up the winter sky.