Marissa Nadler
Under an Old Umbrella
Say hello to the sea or to the lonely water
Say hello to the sea under the skies of azure
I met him yesterday under my old umbrella
I met him yesterday under the skies of azure
And turquoise was the color of his eyes
And bitter was the color of mine
He was tall, grey, and slowly held my empty fingers
He was tall, gracefully he filled my cold hot body
I met him yesterday under the skies of azure
I met him yesterday under my old umbrella
And turquoise was the color of his eyes
And bitter was the color of mine