Missamari In the Seven Seas


Lost Atoll
We are lost atoll
There are fading fish
But we eat them all
They are rotting,
They are drying
On the salted rocks.


Where we fade and make
Each other as much as fatal
Accidents of fate,
And live as our eyes grow dark,
Live as we let go,
Fading furthur,
End your searches
For our lost atoll.


Waking in the island sun
We drove through
The moon and slept
To last midnight
To see the wake
And rising sun
And feel the warm
Begin to bake and
Begin to shake
The earth off our beach
To feel the fine sand
And our hair,
Kiss your shirt, sleep late.

 

We will fade alone
Among the world,
We will make them late,
We will be late.
Our lost atoll,
We are together.
We will be
Among the world,
We will fade.