Evelyn Cohen - The Strange Shore

Written by Evelyn Cohen Too tired to resist Tess drifted in her room White waves carried her To her teens, a mournful bloom Too careless to resist Tess drifted in the dark Old tides carried her To her youth, an empty park It is a strange shore, Washed with lust and fear, Cold, restless, misty, Desolate and drear Once again she headed to The garden by the lake In maple red and dreams of looks That would take away the pain It is a strange shore, Washed with lust and fear, Cold, restless, misty, Desolate and drear A Nightsugar Records Production Photo: Jack Monach (Detail) #folk #indie