Sifted through the library of the last ten years And there hasn't, I don't suppose, been a moment we can hold as close as the night we kicked of our clothes and swam in the salt I wish a deep and early grave to the collection of moments I caved Whether they were minute or ma**ive waves As I lay in the bed we made, swallowed whole Soon we'll leave this place for not a full stop but parentheses The most lovely of life sentences All I wanted was to mention this, you're here in my heart