Odessa Chen
The Ballad Of Paper Ships
On this nightParting like oyster shells, the cloudsOn this nightI see us riding through the cornfieldsCradled in your armsOn this nightI lay my burden downTo sink or to sailWishing boats farewellOn this nightMemories like bits of paperBlown around the streets at nightGhosts casting nets until the morning lightSo, so closeSo close, we rocked like boats anchoredTo go, to sail with abandonOn this nightOn this nightI've played my last good songSo turn the record player on
From Letras Mania