Kisses - Kirsty McGee

A wise white moon sinks down into the sea

You wake up freezing cold, you lying under me

In a beach hut in a southern town, pebbledash grey

On a morning white as feathers

The sun as red as clay

Sometimes your eyes were chestnut brown

Sometimes your eyes were green

Sometimes your eyes were grey

They were the strangest i have seen

And you’d fix your eyes upon white lines

I’d fix mine next to yours

And we would ride these english roads

From shore to shining shore

As if we could live on kisses and stolen habitation

Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel

To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain

And watch the water rising and then falling back again

The sun sinks down beneath the waves

You wonder will you see her face

Your wondering won’t leave you alone

As summer clouds turn brutish grey

Your smile still flickers bright as day

Why do we stand here like two fools

In summer’s fading light?

Come now, come, we’ll beat the dawn and leave this place behind

Leave this stolen room and shingle shore, ride off into the night

I’ll fix my eyes upon the road if you fix yours next to mine

And we’ll warm our hands on heated air in the first car that we find

And sometimes when i wake beneath a sky as grey as steel

I still expect to find your body’s imprint next to me

I’m reminded of you when i see those wagons roll

Like broken glass i watch them pass, grey spectres in my soul

Come now, come, the day moves on and leaves us both behind

Beat back the moon that rises like a shadow in your mind

How can i even talk to you with your eyes so faraway

As if someday soon that road you love might steal you back again…

As if you could live on kisses and stolen habitation

Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel

To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain

And watch the water rising and then falling back again