Ondine

Lisa Hannigan - Braille

I fill a glass with what you gathered
They wilt against the window pane
The morning sees you off with nets to scatter
You will come in with the tide again
We swim? without a word between us. Our breath held in.
We read enough in the rush of, Braille on our skin, on our skin
We swim without a word between us. Our breath held in
We? read enough in the rush of, Braille on our skin, on our skin Oh, oh, oh
For you, I leave my light on.
To do its best against the storm.
And you came with the tide in.
And I knew that we could keep each other warm.
You bring crocosmia and fuschias. And I sing your name into the night.
A king? of salt and stones, your compass, It swings from you to me tonight.
We swim without a word between us. Our breath held in.
We reel in love in the ocean, Braille on our skin, On? our skin....


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