You walk the shores
leaving footsteps in the sand...
You walk the shores
leaving footsteps in the sand...
A winters night,
snowflakes falling outside...
How can one be beautiful
when so empty inside...
When smiles cant be found
When tears fall from your eyes...
This girl
She is pretty neat...
No matter what we are
I don't think I really care...
You
I like you more than you can imagine...
You have my back
as I have yours...
That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...
"What would you do If I sang out of key?
Would you stand up and walk out on me...
Awake the sleeping artisan
bedding deep within your core...