Stay On My Shore

Stay on my shore and don't desert me

And if you go, the wind will blow you back to me

And if your boat is broken out on the rocks

It wasn't anger, but a longing

We feed the birds syrup and seed

So they stay near, so we can see

Flashing red and blue amid the green

When the fruit has long since rotted

Roll in the needles and wrecked our skin

Gave it all to be empty

Wrapped in leaves, wet and clinging

In reeds, so holy

You split the cord, the cedar and holly

And lion doors, let the smoke do the cleaning

And sweeten our skin with the salt and the stone

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