The Fisherman

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.