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 virgin'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
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
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 virgin'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
