Lyrics

Skipping feet print the sand, ocean comes to clean the slate, tide and time wreck what I make. Spinning gulls sail the sky, wind comes knockin' down the beach, folding wing, scattering the peace. Hold me, promise nothing, I know just what stands the test: Rock, fire, and a stellar mess … The moon, the star, the I love you, the moon, the star, the I love you. Broken glass, a certain point, sees a sanding of the sea. Wear down the edges, wear down me. Time to find the water line, time to look beyond the break, I've got time to see what we can make. Hold me, promise nothing, I know just what stands the test: Rock, fire, and a stellar mess … The moon, the star, the I love you, the moon, the star, the I love you.