I felt as pure as the sea
And as soft as the sand
The day we walked down the pier
At quarter past five
We sat on a bench
With your hand in mine
It never looked as perfect
The mouth of the Tyne
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
I felt as pure as the sea
And as soft as the sand
The day we walked down the pier
At quarter past five
We sat on a bench
With your hand in mine
It never looked as perfect
The mouth of the Tyne
