Mayflies

No news, a few times I said I I said I'd sail away Sail away White shirt, tight folds, locked gaze I coulda sworn you'd let me in Sooner than this Stark lines like 45s but years wide Split the symmetry in your smile Short spring, mayflies, no time For the last of them to arrive Still edge by fortified and stake out The world you long to hold No news, a few times I said I I said I'd sail away Sail away White shirt, tight folds, locked gaze I coulda sworn you'd let me in Sooner than this