Something surmounted me Took away the will from me Made me lose myself Somewhere there's a place for me Somewhere in this big city people still get a thrill Was I too cynical?
Reparations could be made But this island has lost face slipping With each wave into the ocean Brown faces turning old The sand was wet with kisses As we lay and dazed for hours
Against the sand where it is warm And laughed between our eyes And held each other in the moment As we watched it go
