The lake, the hospital, the tree
Red, white, green
In three years where have I been?
The days slip by faster now than ever before and just how many more will I see?
In a car park conversation
It's strange how friends and family change and blood ties chase you every time
"Davey combed the beaches and it killed him in the end"
The boy was lost
The man was young
Our last lament was meant to be a relief to us all but recall, how did that end
With your bridal haze and better days behind you now every whisper becomes a shout
In endless conversation
It's strange how friends and family change and blood ties are erased of any trace in time