Shorley Wall
(D. Popplewell/A. Flett)
No tears from a summer cloud
'Til off the shore the stars come rolling out
As the voices fade, tired of bad advice she whispers
Watch the moon, can't you see?
This is me
Shorley Wall, she's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?
If life is an open book
She'd rather read the pictures for a while
Let the bastards moan
Cause where she falls she falls and she says
Give me time, I need to find
Who I am inside
Shorley Wall, she's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She's selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?
Can you see the moonlight like a chandelier across the ocean where the
mermaids sing?
Take your shoes off
And step into the ocean on the path of light!
Like a broken arrow, I'll catch the tail wind and draw the clouds, burning
sugar, as black as smoke, closing walls; I open my heart. She sings when she
hurts. It's good to sink deep inside, to my only touchstone. She's a friend
in the dark, my strength, my memories. She delights in torture, but she holds
my hand and never shields me. Because the best shield is to accept the pain,
then what can really destroy me? Let me close my eyes and lie invisible, and
perhaps the clouds will pass through me.
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