The Myth

When the seabirds come

To close my eyes and leave my body behind

When my time is come

To lift this worried weight from my spine

I want to bathe in amber, by the quite bay

I want to feel the water, on my naked legs

The salt drying on my skin

When the seabirds come

And they will know the names of everyone I know

Lemons on a lemon tree slowly drying up

It will be alright

I would sing for their lives

I would sing for their lives

If I knew the words

When the seabirds come

Ships in an orange sky

And birds of brilliant white, fly low to talk to me

Remind me of the child, who I used to be

Running on tiptoes

I would sing for my life

I would sing for my life

If I knew the words