I pushed the boat out Saturday night, and I promised you Sunday sun.
You showed sympathy for my strange ways, patience by the ton
All of my half-baked platitudes you never find over the top.
And you said it should last forever; never wanted it to stop
We’re all written on shadows; we’re all painted skin.
We’re all sleeping in a grey, grey dawn. Won’t you just let me in?
We’re all written on water; how will we ever know.
We’re all whistling in the teeth of the wind; never let me go.
Monday morning came around, like it always will.
Each of us nursing diff’rent ambitions tilting at windmills
We’re all written on water, how will we ever know
We’re all whistling in the teeth of the wind; never let me go
No don’t ever let me go, please don’t ever let me go
supported by 4 fans who also own “Written on Water”
The whole album is fantastic not a single song that I don’t love, but mostly “she’ll never be me”, and the voice of Emma is angelic ❤️❤️ mahmoud_elsayed
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