We looked down at ourselves,
The sky behind a cold fire,
Seemed to me like I was flying,
But the wave crashed into foam and reality
And I was reminded of my place here,
For the sky belonged to the cotton clouds and sinking sun,
The sand under my feet moulding itself to our presence,
The wind blowing away the world behind,
And in this moment on the white sand we lay,
This last forever I pray...
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
We looked down at ourselves,
The sky behind a cold fire,
Seemed to me like I was flying,
But the wave crashed into foam and reality
And I was reminded of my place here,
For the sky belonged to the cotton clouds and sinking sun,
The sand under my feet moulding itself to our presence,
The wind blowing away the world behind,
And in this moment on the white sand we lay,
This last forever I pray...
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