Seashells roar a deafening melody
Seashells remember a blinding old memory.

The beach with the shells
The shells that lovers would carve
The beach has its tales
Tales of lovers that starved.

Unforgiving waves with rocks as sharp as knives,
Bitter winds howling as the sea fog is growling,
This line of coast has consumed many lives,
The sea swallows the sun and the night has just begun.

The darkest night for two souls stranded on the coast,
The night where the darkness whispers secrets like a ghost,
Natures truth laid bare like the naked bodies of our lovers,
The price of knowledge was admission into the afterlife. The Lovers.