Beach (Real Love)
Real love
Doesn't touch or set alight
Real love
Doesn't come it's already behind
To brush your hair
Sitting above you
Like an angel telling you straight
Me on a chair
You on the floor
As I look you right in the face
And I see my own eyes
Greyed out of hue
See my false beach sunset due
The rocks and the sea
The warm on my feet
Like the salt airs just for me
Real Love
Doesn't touch doesn't spindle and fold
Real Love
Is anger beyond, love knocks you out cold
Walking uphill
Nettles and flowers
Up to my knees and red on my shins
Under the current
Breathe in the hours
As your hands they lift up my chin
And I see my own eyes
Greyed out of hue
See my false beach sunset due
The rocks and the sea
The warm on my feet
Like the salt airs just for me