Tiny dot, strand of sand

Waves that sigh beneath the hand

I stand the singing seashore

The earth and you are round

I'm always apologizing

Will I, do you?

Chime, the feet dry, the sand

Clouds collect out at sea

Start to run

This pink shell

This gray span

And a thousand pardons trail behind

lonely beach, ceaseless wind

Still don't understand

Run as fast a missed beat

A quickening

I went to say, I love you

But instead I said, "Good-bye"

I want a table, no just for one

But I know you do

I can see some from here

Okay, then say for two

No, there's only one

Don't you want my business

I will never come back here

Oh, my love

Faithless dove

All the love in the world

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Writer(s): Jane Siberry