Quandary - Latitudes

Bury me in my clothes at the sea

Take what you need

Carry me down to the warm beach sand

Let the waters have their say with me

Oh grey hair, wrap around

My chest until it’s torn in two

Wandering earth, leaving fires

With the leather, binds the soul to you

All love has got are quandaries

But I’m not ready, I’m not ready yet