As Good As It Get's

Written by: stephen blencowe

  On glorious, golden millpond we sit and speak no words
  The evensong is calling it beckons in the night, as wings take flight
  Silhouetted dancers forming on the water, causing softened ripples
  that gently rock our little wooden boat
  Still we sit in silence, as coldness chills our bones, the sun is going down
  I look into your eyes and smile, we very rarely frown
  The water that was crystal clear have turned a muddy brown
  So we gather in the oars as the ripples find a sudden strength and
  darkness shows a menace
  But we're rowing with conviction and a purpose in our minds and
  still we do not speak
  It's been a perfect day as we wind our way down stream, to the lighthouse
  we call home