Tempo - Agent Fresco

Bereaved of new starts

Back at shimmery strands

Vast

Where memory hands me

All of the sins

I’ve sent for war

All the sins

I’ve sent for war

I’ve seen them destroy

Leaving battered old arms

Grieving

«Always hold on»

Numb was the tongue

When sea flit stand

Humming howls of a romance

I’ve seen this before

Stars

Night carpet has blown

Heard with borrowed moan

Ghosts

Own the tempo of my heart

Own the tempo of my heart

Can’t recall past few years

Shore spoke gently

«Yet, I feel»

Trumpets triumph

«Let the yield, be thy throne»

Most quiet

It’s been a lonely high

A long time listening