We climbed on the end of the world,
Now looking at the city and talking about God,
He said that's so cool, we gotta stay,
And I loved the view and tried to pray.
I sit right at the edge and watch the landscape,
Trying to leave it as a pattern in my memories,
All the baggies are going away,
These will be staid on the Beachy head.
The turquoise sea flows into the skies,
God, I look at it and see your blue eyes.
I can't talk about anything anymore, I'm under pressure,
Let's get lost in the madness of the waves together.
Chemtrails are almost gone,
But I still look into the depths, trying going on,
And imagine that I'm flying like a bird in the wind,
Baby, this is a world for two and it's better that I've ever feeled.
Beachy Head
© Copyright: Алёна Дементьева Ал, 2021
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