Those long hot summer days where all was easy.
"Man", those days that barely give way to night.
There's an energy on the greasy streets.
And the feeling that my heart is free.

Free and buzzing like a bumble bee,
making my way down to the salty quay.
To the mouth of the river,
where land meets sea and sea kisses land.
And one thousand billion grains of sand.
Churned over and over and over again.
As light burns my eyes and paper meets pen.
Churned over and over and over again.

- suddenly an urge to swim.