Will you search through the loamy earth for me?
Climb through the briar and bramble
Will you swim through the briny sea for me?
Roll along the ocean’s floor?

I felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind
I knew the call of all the song birds
They sang all the wrong words

I’m with the ghosts of the men who can never sing again
There’s a place, follow me
Where a love lost at sea

Is waiting for you

I’m waiting for you

I’ll be your treasure

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Johnny Flynn is a poet.

Detectorists is a show unlike any other that I know. It’s so … quiet. I can’t remember when I watched it, but I’d like to see it again.

Oh! There are two more seasons!