Nightswimming

“

Well my eyes have seen the dust and then the ashes
And the lowland and white sky of your home
And the rain that washed mascara from my lashes
And nothing gave us cover from the sky

When you’re gone I notice all your tiny touches
And it’s then that I see, it’s then that I know why

If the days become the walls you never wanted
Our years will give us cover from the sky

”

— Deacon Blue