ioanna gika - messenger lyrics
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cut into an arched silver line
horizon is rising
sifting currency on the beach
with hand made of sieves
i see the seafoam rising up
from way down
are you the messenger
and is this home?
there’s a crane that has fallen down
where the salt marsh is growing
no more pension for mother
or my stepdad
i see the seafoam rising up
and changing its form:
are you the messenger
and is this home?
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