You can find me on the water slide
Picking daisies apart and whispering your name
Backwards
Forwards
And still it sounds the same

You will find me glancing through time and
Turning pages fast when I see
The ugly photographs
Of me

You will find me buried in the sand
The beads are salty
They are dry
And the nostalgic sound of crashing water makes me
Want to cry

The sand grows warm and I drift to sleep
And I dream of a shore
Where we are washed up
Hand in hand
Core to core