but you were too shaken to notice

the yellow leaves of the shee

falling about the the way we kissed

there are plenty of fish therein

and yet so little time to touch their soul

one can`t hold one`s fins

when one is burried in a damp hole

chorus; you won`t ever weep over these past mistakes

and the moon lit water will take you in its arms

your frail beating heart shan`t ever crumble or break

unless you give away your genuinely raw charms....

( funny things happen at sea)