The Myth

When the seabirds come
To close my eyes and leave my body behind
When the time is come
To lift this worried weight from my spine
I want to bathe in amber by a quiet bay
I want to feel the water on my naked legs
The salt drying on my skin
When the seabirds come
And they will know the names of everyone I loved
Lemons on a lemon tree slowly drying up
It’ll be alright
I would sing for their lives
I would sing for their lives
If I knew the words
When the seabirds come
Ships in an orange sky
And birds of brilliant white fly low to talk to me
Remind me of the child who I used to be
Running on tiptoe
I would sing for my life
I would sing for my life
If I knew the words