Fishermen

Fishermen

Sitting by the shore at low tide
the morning breezing me just fine
i am packing up hope in a bag

while the fishermen are waving from the sea
dropping boxes and boxes of old memories
no one will know who they are leaving behind
is it Margot or Isobel?

catching moons forever and watch them dissapear
under piles and piles of waery thoughts and secret beliefs
over the stormy ocean no falling stars to wish on
only the sound of the sea

Drifters,
im losing the sound

high tide is back bringing sunken treasure
with a full bag i wonder where to bury these words
to make me forget they dont belong here
im losing the sight of the sea

Drifter
im losing the sight



Credits
Writer(s): Comeau Francesca Marie, Lachapelle David
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