In the nursery where ocean meets the shore
In the place where we could meet you will be all alone
(So as we angle to the moon, told lot of thought in frontier
Never a woman on the shore, a witness or other)
I looked out for you but looking never meant bless
I could feel that you were gone
And I despond and turned and left
I reached out for you
But reaching never meant place
I could feel that you were gone
And I despond and turned and left
(So as we angle to the moon, told lot of thought in frontier
Never a woman on the shore, a witness or other)
In the place where we could meet you will be all alone
(So as we angle to the moon, told lot of thought in frontier
Never a woman on the shore, a witness or other)
I looked out for you but looking never meant bless
I could feel that you were gone
And I despond and turned and left
I reached out for you
But reaching never meant place
I could feel that you were gone
And I despond and turned and left
(So as we angle to the moon, told lot of thought in frontier
Never a woman on the shore, a witness or other)