She is her girl,
I see them kissing by the curb.
They take their shoes off and return.
She is her girl,
They’re walking slowly through the sand.
They pass me laughing hand in hand
And if you ever feel it, I hope that you believe me.
We are the rain drops caught in wind
Endlessly trying to escape the human form.
And the ocean is a whisper
That reminds us what we’re missing.
She is her girl,
I see them kissing by the curb.
They take their shoes off and return.
She is her girl,
They’re walking slowly through the sand.
They pass me laughing hand in hand.