Album: My Hotel Year
evening by the Irish Sea,
calculating you and me -
the ever-changing certainties,
that come and disappear.
you touch your hair and slowly breathe,
you think aloud and something leaves:
the weight of all the worn-out years;
accumulated fears.
you reach and take a hold of me,
to cancel out the icy breeze.
the way it always seems to be,
the future never clear.
making plans with other people,
finding other things to do -
I don't love you any less than I used to.
I don't love you any less.