Toasted at High Tide
Or Affectionately, Six Left of 'Em, (*Ach*) the Knife
You are white sand and warm water
And the tide is coming in
The undertow is so gentle
I won't even notice if I'm drowning
See the light dancing in the blue and green
It belies what's underneath,
What's underneath,
What's underneath?
You're a gansey knit sweater
With its arms wrapped around me
Soft, toasty warm
Woolly jumpers have no desires, no responsibilities
A slapdash suit of armour in heathered blue and green
It belies what's underneath,
What's underneath,
What's underneath?
The shark has pretty teeth, dear,
Though they're a little out of line
A crooked smile and an honest eye, why?
I can't completely trust you
Because you're a little out of line
Draw me into the depths of your honest eyes
You are white sand and warm water
And the tide is coming in
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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