THE FISHERMAN
The sun sets in your eyes,
Almost every night,
The sound of a busy street,
Can be so deafening.
I can’t face the facts,
Your heart attacks
They make me miss,
Your face is a blur,
I forget all the words.
Our love will never change,
With one foot in the grave,
The other in a cast,
Our love will never last.
I’m the son of a fisherman
and a French migrant,
I’m just the same
as a man who was born
with a tongue on his foot,
I can taste the earth,
I can taste the earth.