Aquamarine from Violet Haze by Hannah Wood

Aquamarine
Like some kind of dream
You swam up to me
And smiled
The pool was all shimmery
And when you were next to me
I caught a glimmer of hope

But we ran out of time
You went your way and I went mine
All the people we used to be
fade silently

Empty sunchairs
My forgotten cares
Lined up like a marching band
But I rarely think of you
Except when I have to
And soon there will be no need

We just ran out of time
You went your way and I went mine
All the people we used to be
fade silently

That sweet naive dreamer
I no longer see her
Could it be she isn't around?
Looking for meaning
In every feeling
But maybe there's nothing to be found
There is nothing
Nothing to be found
There is nothing to be found

• Folk
• ambient acoustic
• female vocalist
• folk pop
• singer songwriter
• Bristol