Lyrics The Fleet - Snow Ghosts

The Fleet

Hold me fast, I’m running close to last
Clinging to dying grass over the hills
Over eight, over the kissing gate
Running but always late, battle of wills
Through the fleet, tripping on my own feet
Knowing that we might meet still gives me thrills
But am I the one you washed away?
The one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away?
In your wake, I know I’m first to break
Trying to cure this ache that creeps through my bones
Tried my best, running with all the rest
Living at your behest, I kneel at your throne
But am I the one you washed away?
The one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away?
The one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away?
The one you washed away?
Am I the one you washed away, away?