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A Little Orchestra
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East Coast (with Gordon McIntrye)
A straight white line through the east coast night A voice on the telephone An old man passes from us Let's get these bodies home
The coastal road splits the morning air Takes the salt out of the waves Hold my hand, kiss me Before we run out of days
And if I pass away from you Throw me to the sea Don't look back at the darkened waves That take me underneath
An old man at the end Of all the things he's done and seen The old man at the edge of the sea
Half the world is on its knees Waiting for the light The other half is tooled up Spoiling for a fight
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the east coast night And the summer haze Is all you'll ever need Young men rise, old men fall But never really leave
And if I pass away from you Throw me to the sea Turn your back on the darkened waves That rise up to claim me
A straight white line Through the east coast night In the early summer haze An old man and his grandson Have a parting of the ways
If I pass away from you Throw me to the sea Don't look back at the rising waves That take me underneath
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