The Fleet - Snow Ghosts

Hold me fast, I’m running close to last

Clinging to dying grass over the hills

Over eight, over the kissing gate

Running but always late, battle of wills

Through the fleet, tripping on my own feet

Knowing that we might meet still gives me thrills

But am I the one you washed away?

The one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away?

In your wake, I know I’m first to break

Trying to cure this ache that creeps through my bones

Tried my best, running with all the rest

Living at your behest, I kneel at your throne

But am I the one you washed away?

The one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away?

The one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away?

The one you washed away?

Am I the one you washed away, away?