When i turned the page the coner bent into a perfect dog ear as if the words knew i'd need them again but at that time i couldn't see it
i would read that page every day for the next year
she sang a short tune da, da da da da da i came from her soft touch and slept
we sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves sitting on a shorline and if i could do it i'd dog ear this page
we spoke about growning old and filling the future's empty stage
she sang a short tune da, da da da da da i came from her soft touch and slept
when i turn the page the corner bent into a perfect dog ear as if the words knew i'd need them again
i hope the weather holds but you don't need the sun to make you shine these island towns don't care for city folk but i think we can starve the city from our minds.
i know we won't want for much it's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline