sifted through the library of the last ten years and there hasnt i dont suppose been a moment we can hold as close as the night we kicked of our clothes and swam in the salt i wish a deep and early grave to the collection of moments i caved whether they were minute or massive waves as i lay in the bed we made swallowed whole soon well leave this place for not a full stop but parentheses the most lovely of life sentences all i wanted was to mention this youre here in my heart