Testo di Off Grid

Just me, and this boy of mine Underneath a sheltering sky, by a railway line Waiting for the wood to catch The damp twigs The last match Evening, passing time Waiting for the moment Waiting for a sign Boy's up close, pressed against my side Daze of rippling water, glimmering with light Stars up in the stillness To the quiet, to the night Howl of the wind, cry of the train Inky black ball Writes the story again Just me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine Just me, and this boy of mine