Phinn's from Winter's Ghosts by Her Harbour

Black candle sticks and Moby Dick
and you can relish the thought

Oh how I wonder where you are

and all the bearded men and Motel inns
only serve to push you further in
the back of my heart

Laying in the dark and waking to the sun
the thought of you it isn’t far
to way the morning down

Black coffee and the morning spins
and the blanket I am living in-
between the back and the front

Laying in it’s dark, I hide until you’re gone
I am just a rock, the sun is setting on
Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale
and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale

This gale, I call my heart

Laying in it’s dark, I hide until he's gone
I am just a rock, the sun is setting on
Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale
and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale

This gale, I call my heart

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