‘Drifting out in the morning, we are. With our eyes to the moon Gravity pulls ever on. We take a ride on the waves. Can we dive. The fire drifts on the waves. Can you see it now? Can you see it now? It’s our ghost town. The tempest has dragged us too far. With the last breath in my lungs. I surrender myself to the sea. But I belong here. Can we dive. The fire drifts on the waves. Can you see it now? Can you see it now? It’s our ghost town…’
Darkgingerbread 