The point sometimes.

Get rid of the ocean

if you ever wanna see me again.

Our shores are separating,

with or without a boat.

And you know that nothing lasts forever,

and depending on the weather,

I'm a changer.

And I know that if November had been deader,

if we'd hidden a bit better,

we'd be strangers.

And this breeze blew in

with a glitch in the tide.

Disguised as storm free,

begging me please to take a ride.

Well, soften your sails and take a ride.

Open the wings and let her fly.

And I can't see the point sometimes.

You're a rock, I'm a gull.

Might be okay to stay if you could hold me,

but you got no way to do so.

And you know that as the water rises

possible perch shrinks in size,

and I'll take off.

And this breeze blew in

with a glitch in the tide.

Disguised as storm free,

begging me please to take a ride.

Well, soften your sails and take a ride.

Open the wings and let her fly

And you know that nothing lasts forever,

and depending on the weather,

I'm a changer,

I'm a changer,

I'm a changer,

I'm a changer.

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I've been listening to Gregory and the Hawk non-stop all evening. So, so, so good.

Just thought I'd give you something a bit different on this uneventful, Monday night.

Heart, Zoe. x