STORIES TO TELL

All winter through I keep an eye on the dying light Reminded that I’m fading too I’ve seen quiet places I’ve been a mess at night Here and then I left traces I have kept on my skin Scars from drifts and wanderings I wish I had stories to tell I wish you’d be amazed by them Looking for a treasure to frame Before time washes away my name In sunken ships Everything's blurry Pictures and days lost at sea I have kissed many lips I’ve spent nights of worry Here and then pieces of me I have kept on my skin Scars from drifts and wanderings I wish I had stories to tell I wish you’d be amazed by them Do I have a treasure to frame Before time washes away my name