Shoeless in your favourite dress,
you walk the shore, the waves caress your feet.
You don't really mind.
Gaily on a garden swing,
who dares to care what to tomorrow brings
or leaves behind?
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes
for who are we, you and I,
in all that and all this?
Ceaseless are the hours you keep.
You ride the tides, the waves of sleep.
You meet yourself, how many times?
May we walk the afternoons,
the snows of winter, flowers of June,
each season's rhyme.
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes
for who are we, you and I,
in all that and all this?
Something lost came and found you,
like the sea would surround you
on the beach, throwing pebbles from the shore.
I was lost when I found you.
Is it me that surrounds you
while out of reach, throwing pebbles from the shore?
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes
for who are we, you and I,
in all that and all this?
(x2)
Shoeless in your favourite dress,
you walk the shore, the waves caress your feet.
You don't really mind.
