A Stranger's Grave

Stranger's Grave She put on her old scuffed fan shoes Wore her favourite navy blue suit, fixed her hair Before she lay on a strangers grave Felt her grip on the world disappear She traced all the names under the photograph Was it really him or just another man? So hard to tell... But in the corner of her eye she would picture him A familiar voice or the sound of his steps Upon a stormy wave they are swept away Just like paper boots in a sails dream Or the light that plays on a half-lit face The sound of the sea is a bloodbeat Of drums from the heart's silent scream Silent scream, bloodbeat dream