- I
Leave on vacations everyday
You -
'aught to come
One of these days, the ocean's edge won't be enough
The roads and The woods
in all their glory,
won't love anywhere near what we do.
How do you cure what can't be diagnosed,
How do you love what doesn't exist.
The way you listen to what is not said,
And believe in what is not seen.
Magic,
It's something we felt, it's something we make
Fire,
Cleansing, intense - it lingers long on the skin
into the morning.
Walk to the beach,
Watch the sunrise,
And under your umbrella,
let's fall asleep in the sun.
And on the ocean's edge, make love.
The way you listen to what is not said,
And believe in what is not seen.
Magic,
It's something we felt, it's something we make
Fire,
Cleansing, intense - it lingers long on the skin
into the morning.
Walk to the beach,
Watch the sunrise,
And under your umbrella,
let's fall asleep in the sun.
And on the ocean's edge, make love.
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