Friday, January 7, 2011

Savannah, Georgia Pt. 2

Air full of water, like graves full of bones
Secrets in the names on the old tombstones
Moss drenched branches, love in the night
Who has left you lonely, drowning in your light?
People here were married, babies here were made
Sherman’s march, here did stop, and passed on its way
Our time is short here and short will be our love
The sea-grass breaks the magic if we dare to make a move
The magic of Savannah caught in cobblestones
You’re drowning in the sea-grass with me in your bones

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