When I turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
I would read that page every day for a year
She sang a short tune with her eyes
And I gave her a soft, short touch
Embracing a broken heart of
A friend that I will always hold true
We sat watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog ear this page
We spoke about growing old and filling the future's empty stage
By saving those children from a far away place
I hope the weather holds
But you don't need the sun to make it shine
These island towns don't care for city folk
But I think we can starve the city from our minds
I know we won't want for much
But I never want our lives to part fully
To keep a healthy connection even if
It's just me, you, a friendship, and a shoreline
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
When I turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
I would read that page every day for a year
She sang a short tune with her eyes
And I gave her a soft, short touch
Embracing a broken heart of
A friend that I will always hold true
We sat watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog ear this page
We spoke about growing old and filling the future's empty stage
By saving those children from a far away place
I hope the weather holds
But you don't need the sun to make it shine
These island towns don't care for city folk
But I think we can starve the city from our minds
I know we won't want for much
But I never want our lives to part fully
To keep a healthy connection even if
It's just me, you, a friendship, and a shoreline
One of my favorite songs
