Your body is the shoreline sometimes I am the sea clinging desperately feeling all the contours Ebbing away pulled by the tides - the moon and digital clocks sensitive to nothing Parting hours - time falls through our fingers like sand.
Your body is the shoreline sometimes I am the sea clinging desperately feeling all the contours Ebbing away pulled by the tides - the moon and digital clocks sensitive to nothing Parting hours - time falls through our fingers like sand.