The Collapse Of The Great Tide Cliffs

I thought that I was framed front and center

But I'm distant and your depth of field is shallow

Low light turn to night and all can be ignored

Blind eyes pre-occupied with the surface more than the core

Though my lenses cracked right down the center, I saw you

And through shattered lie, your beauty remained flawless

Low light turn to night and all can be ignored

Blind eyes pre-occupied with the surface more than the core