sometimes the girl is here

with her indigo eyes

and her brand new gear

she won't stay for long

and she has to walk straight home

patience, time comes, she says

kiss me but don't you tell

this is over as soon as this fire burns through



she's on the ocean

he's in the sand

she's stuck in motion

he is sliding gently off her hand



springtime and turnoil

she pours white wine

and gets herself lost

she falls over

and disappears into the meadows

wayward and highstrung

she is lovesick and ever so strong

then it's over like none of it ever was real



she's on the ocean

he's in the sand

she's stuck in motion

he slides so gently off her hand