(S.Miller/E.Burton - PRS/MCPS)

 

Nothing to lose as we set out to sea

Dancing on uncertain ground

Fast pace, high hopes, slow conversation

No thought to the fall line above

 

Your words made their way down from the north

In a book wrapped in promise and string

Like-hearted souls, awkward beginnings

Drifting in waters unknown

 

Chorus

Too many miles to cross this time

The harder we row the further the strandline

Too many miles to cross this time

The harder we row the further the strandline

 

Drawn to our own edges, ripped at the seams

Unravelling thoughts  linger here

So sure of your roots as I aimlessly scatter

Treading salt water between

 

You wandered too far where I couldn't follow

Tied to a sinking stone

For one last time I’ll hold you as mine

Sorries carry us into the night

Sorries carry us into the night

 

Chorus

We’ll meet here each year in the same passing places

Running in rivers below

Bright comes October, we journey to winter

With solitary steps in the snow

Solitary steps in the snow

STRANDLINE

© Siobhan Miller