For however many years I have dreamed of the northern french seaside,
of normandie, where it is soft, easy. a quiet little place with jonathan,
of normandie, where it is soft, easy. a quiet little place with jonathan,
and one day perhaps a quiet little face.
whenever I get overwhelmed, I go there in my mind.
I sit by the rocks, my toes in icy waters. and forget this place, and whisper to myself,
nevermind them at all.
lets sail away to the beaches of normandie.
one day soon.
