When I turned the page The corner bent into a perfect dog ear As if the words knew I'd need them again But at that time I couldn't see it I would read that page every day for the next year
She sang a short tune And I came from her soft touch and slept
We sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog ear this page We spoke about growing old and filling the future's empty stage
I hope the weather holds But you don't need the sun to make you shine These island towns don't care for city folk But I think we can starve the city from our minds
I know we won't want for much It's just mea and you and a bed and a shorelineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
