I don't know if you'll ever write me back
but I've put in a river of pen in this
sea foam green log for you

If you ever call my name,
I'd hike up my skirt, lace up my boots
and tramp through swamps to be with you

I don't know if you'll understand these words to you
I tend to talk but be quite taciturn
but my rambling somewhat satisfies the burn

If you ever called my name,
I'd swim through a sea of saltly sea water
Just to answer you

And if you ever touched my face
in the quietness under the blanket
I think I'd die

There'd be too much to live for