Day Eight
Light as grass [gentle wake-up call]
Could you help me [could be my last call]
Dusty frames [regretful recall]
Whatever you want [I'm calling the shots]
Interlude I [You're my first port of call]
Life's too short [I call 'em as I see 'em]
This ain't the way you go out [close call]
Over when it's over [should we call it a day?]
Sail away [I hear the call of the sea]
Interlude II [big blue, barely a birdcall]
No more [begging each other to call it quits]
The racket [left catching lines amongst the call-backs]
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