Last red rays on silver sea.
Quiet rush in my ear
and cool grit on my skin.
Cheek painted by the breeze
and the cries of gulls.
My thoughts spin slowly
with the salt mist.
And my eyes remember you.
Last red rays on silver sea.
Quiet rush in my ear
and cool grit on my skin.
Cheek painted by the breeze
and the cries of gulls.
My thoughts spin slowly
with the salt mist.
And my eyes remember you.