The Art Of Kissing - The Long Lost

In a world of broken glass

A message lost, a bottle smashed

Ours words will never wash ashore

We’re hopeless castaways

There’s a trick or two

In the art of kissing

Moments of blue between

The grey of the sky

Upon the silver afternoon

Never speak of things marooned

Please don’t sulk or swallow tears

Washed up, washed away

There’s a trick or two

In the art of kissing

Moments of blue between

The grey of the sky