Something surmounted me
Took away the will from me
Made me lose myself
Somewhere there's a place for me
Somewhere in this big city people still get a thrill
Was I too cynical?

Reparations could be made
But this island has lost face slipping
With each wave into the ocean
Brown faces turning old
The sand was wet with kisses
As we lay and dazed for hours

Against the sand where it is warm
And laughed between our eyes
And held each other in the moment
As we watched it go