Such a pretty sight

Still burned around the edges
With the final glowing embers
Of a love that strayed
And you know before the coffee’s poured
You’ve already had much more than you can afford

Sandy Lane is a place you can take your cares to
Alone at the dawn of the day
Where no-one knows your name
And nobody remembers
They saw you yesterday

I live out the day with the remains of what you gave me
I try not to name it (you know my heart always strays to what my mind knows isn’t right)
I try to make it plain to you and one day I may
But ’til then there’s the night
And in the morning your vapour trail makes such a pretty sight

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