Goldfish

Finn Roberts

I still hear her voice, as close as my arms could reach
Retrace the thought of her touch
The ground which I'm on is weak
And caves like I wanted to
Before she stepped right up to me
Pulls my head from a dream I'm free


She floats with the breeze, I feed on her energy
Until it gets torn at the seams
Drifting further apart from me, and dips back into the sea
I’ll wait with my fears hanging out
I'm in love with you now it seems


She holds shit down for the meantime
She’ll ease my mind when it folds
I'm way too young to be up tight
And far too high to be low


I feel her breath by the seaside
It breaks cold spells when it blows
I’ll sit here for a long night
Tell me girl do you still sleep alone?


Because if time flies I’ll be coming
Will she hear the knock on the door?
The news spread quick from the corners
I love her should tell her forget it she knows


So she sits straight through the winter
I’ll wash up a mess on her shore
She’ll patch up the chip on my shoulder
And I’ll be done for


Goldfish, go fish
Take my blues and forget
The distance, between your home and my hand you hold
Goldfish, go fish
I’ll stand straight but I wish
That she’d slip, into my arms, but she had to go home

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