I would be sea foam
dancing on the beach at night
flirting with the wind
floating on the waves
far from soft guitar strains
and if you left the warm beach fire
the comfort of human voices
you might walk right through me in the dark
and all you would feel is a chill
touching your bare feet
your fingertips
maybe your memory
dancing on the beach at night
flirting with the wind
floating on the waves
far from soft guitar strains
and if you left the warm beach fire
the comfort of human voices
you might walk right through me in the dark
and all you would feel is a chill
touching your bare feet
your fingertips
maybe your memory
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