Arctic Grey

Sitting with dad, I have nothing to say
I'm just thinking on you and our own Musha Cay
It's not like that here, yes there's sand and there's sea
There's him and his memories, there's you and there's me.
I'm glad that he brought me, don't want to be home
Perception had told him "don't leave her alone"
"We'll drive to the beach, You can let down your hair,
We can sit in the sand like we haven't a care!"

It was great, you know, driving, just him and me.
You were there too just no-one could see.
And the stories he told me of days gone by -
The first time he held me and how it made him cry,
The ghosts of dead stokers and old sailors tales
He's happy he's told me "afore me memory fades!"

I walk down to the water, to leave him behind
I have to see. I've got you on my mind
I write you a message - no it's not on my hand
Says "Schmiddy loves Demon" right there in the sand.
Thinking on that well it just makes me smile
Because you've been through this with me
You're here all the while
Your words are so thoughtful, honest and kind
No, I don't need a sea shell to bring you to mind,
But sea shells I have in a pot on that shelf,
not quite a head in a jar - as I laugh to myself

The air cold as death, the sea arctic grey
and it's right it was here and not our Musha Cay
If you would've been here, you'd have told me "just breathe"
As I snuggle into my hoodie and try not to freeze
And through all this water
The one fact that remains
Is your friends and your family
It's them keep you sane.

""so.... pick a number between a catfish and a root vegtable??!!""