Mark Heathcote

If you ever see me again
I maybe crying on death row
frightened there's maybe,
no more us 'again' tomorrow…

O if you ever see me again
You'll maybe just hear
a howling, sirens, wail…
as I hit this here 'panic button' here!

Somewhere deep inside my heart
these ifs are like a sharks fin…
cutting silver circles in…
a bloody field of love:

O I'm seeing visions of you
O where to begin; when, I see
ghostly reflections of kiss and tell
of all the things, we use to do.

Love, I'm in a prison cell…
I'm drowning in a sea the depth of hell…
Listening to those lonely, echoes
of a conch shell…
calling me like a proud seahorse home!

O I'm seeing visions of you
O I'm seeing visions of you
O where to begin; when, I see
ghostly reflections of kiss and tell
of all the things, we use to do.