Mar 27, 2025
Tell her That she is a sweet dream, That changed the tune, The light is bright, A sun at noon.
Tell her Of gray Edinburgh on a Sunday, Of black hair, red lips, and laughter, Of fleeting moments lost that day, Already held in memory ever after.
Tell her That life’s a train at the station, For her to guard your heart with care, And smile despite the hesitation, Though she's no longer there.
Where did she go? Far away.
If you knew, Oh, if you knew, You’d keep it locked
Tell her what you couldn't say, What you hid and locked away.