(Sullivan)
In the tall grass upon the dune
He rests his head on you
It's a warm wind and a faded sky
You watch him drifting far away
Dreaming, drowning
Did you marry a man who married the sea?
He looks right through you to the distant grey
Calling, calling
Tried to build a wall of sand
It flows like water through your hand
Did you marry a man who married the sea?
He looks right through you to the distant grey
Calling, calling
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