Telegraphing - Publicist UK

I found a point between the A and B

That’s where I made my strange discovery:

There are no starts, no ends, and that would mean

All that exists is simply in-between

Now it’s getting cold and the snow replaces sand

I could make it up to you if you give me a week or two

Promises don’t hold if they lack demand

Ride my bike out to the sea if you’ll stick around for me

And all the tides will change

And all the storms will rage

And how their souls will ache

Within this fragile space

Since you left, I haven’t bothered you at all

Things we’ll never know both protect and drive us mad

I can skate on ice so thin but you’re too cold for me to swim

Who’s to say it’s wrong if it’s never had?

They say saltwater never quite freezes, but I think you might

And all the tides will change

And all the storms will rage

And how their souls will ache

Within this fragile space

All the lines are down

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