Evening comes alone, rowing towards land
Finds its way to port without boat or man
Evening is an offering granted free or owed
No one knows while waiting
Waiting for birds
Evening comes alone, by my dorkly veils
Silently filling my home, wearing its blue veil
Evening is an offering granted free or owed
No one knows while waiting
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Evening is an offering granted free or owed
No one knows while waiting
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat
Waiting for a boat