This ocean gets wide with some vodka,
the horizon seems close…
And hon if you want to find love then find it in between the lines,
in between the places,
in between the failures.
The blueness of this night…the liquidity of this association,
we are coming through a line…let’s go and jump inside that cold November water…
The promises will never escape…
the promises will never escape.

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Photograph: Robert Cowlishaw.