Shine, red isolated grain
Bleed, as if it could have rained!
Round, it started up on fire
See, yes it was just sea on a clouded dawn retreat.
As if it, as if it could stay,
As if it, as if it could just grow,
But we both know that cold and left behind,
He would, he would just step aside.
And now I won’t remember.
No, now I know that I won’t remember
What they said and told.
So please, let it fly away.
And let it fall and let it fall.
So would it go? So would it go on an’ on?
Shine, shine red isolated grain!
Bleed! As if it could have stayed.
Round, it started up on fire…
That was sea, it was sea, it was sea:
Sea on a clouded dawn retreat.