Little Love

A long grey silence had ambled down the coast
You drew in sand all the things we’d miss the most

Little love little love
Little love little love
Little love little love
I hope we die here when we’re old

We’ll case the shore to record this holy place
White cliffs and starfish the tide like ruined lace

Little love little love
Little love little love
Little love little love
I hope we die here when we’re old

And when we’re frail in our lawn chairs by the sea
All twisted hands shrunken spines and halting speech
We’ll listen for the long grey silence to gather and increase
And when it does we’ll close our eyes and rest in narrow peace

Little love little love
Little love little love
Little love little love
I hope we die here when we’re old
Little love little love
I hope we die here when we’re old