Sisters and I spent last summer on the beach
No lesson, no in between the line to teach

Listening to the rolling and crashing of the wave
That sounded like fresh opened coke echoing in the cave

With ears craning and softening breath
Like in one night stand of the ******'s final death

The bittersweetness of summer weather
Brief it falls and float up as weightless feather

We sat on the beach for the last summer time
Hoping to come back once more with a dime