Shun

Here is life in the submarine

Where the days turn to weeks

But the hours to seconds

Are you still on the island?

Or back where our families once crossed?

Hopefully you can hear

This was love, love, love, love, love

I used to tell myself so many things

A silent cacophony of words

Just let go, or so we are told

Is it easier said than done? I don't know

Hopefully you can hear

This was love, love, love, love, love