Behind the curtain on the wall and through the roar of
the waterfall, into the trappings of mystery, warm and wet beside the sea, sand castle domes and ice cream cones disappearing in the bay, a summer today and gone too soon, love in the afternoon before the rising of the moon and mystery beside the sea.
We never knew, we didn't care, the constancy of being there was enough, times if tough were few and if we could do it all for just a moment more, for just a second chance, another trip to what we saw when we were kids down on the shore picking clams or on the tram rides through the town, ha ha we dressed up to then dress down, stripped off bare *** skinny dipped, ripped through tides and got our backsides whipped when dad found we'd bunked off from school, not cool then and not cool now but I'd go back unchanged and
how I'd enjoy it all again
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
Behind the curtain on the wall and through the roar of
the waterfall, into the trappings of mystery, warm and wet beside the sea, sand castle domes and ice cream cones disappearing in the bay, a summer today and gone too soon, love in the afternoon before the rising of the moon and mystery beside the sea.
We never knew, we didn't care, the constancy of being there was enough, times if tough were few and if we could do it all for just a moment more, for just a second chance, another trip to what we saw when we were kids down on the shore picking clams or on the tram rides through the town, ha ha we dressed up to then dress down, stripped off bare *** skinny dipped, ripped through tides and got our backsides whipped when dad found we'd bunked off from school, not cool then and not cool now but I'd go back unchanged and
how I'd enjoy it all again
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