The Collapse Of The Great Tide Cliffs (Blue)

I thought that I was framed
Front and center
But I'm distant
And your depth of field is shallow

Low light turn to night
And all can be ignored
Blind eyes, preoccupied
With the surface more than the core
Low, low

Though my lens is cracked
Right down the center I saw you
And through shattered light
Your beauty remained flawless

Low light turn to night
And all can be ignored
Blind eyes, preoccupied
With the surface more than the core
Low, low