Where the scent of soul is spring tide
She's a flower by the sea side
Staring past the lens at new days
Longing for a summer's embrace
Many times I've seen her
Jenny's still a stranger
The horizon's eye grows hazy
She sees the ocean's lazy
Now she's swimming in the dry light
Blowing bubbles in the dark night
We all know life gets shorter
When you're screaming under water