Light meets the sand,
The ocean glimmering in its command.
Joy on your face,
It quickly turns to mourning in its place.
I didn't know how it would suit you.
So please let me go. Tell me good evening.
My cowardice shows in my discretions and
Part of me knows that I deserve it and oh...
I shouldn't mind it anyway.
Was in the orchard and having some peace
Is just not very likely.
We'll go together from down in the deep
With blood spots shining brightly.
I'll take an armful, I'll see what I keep,
But I just can't decide.
I'm not ready.
Picked in their prime.
And left to be forsaken out of pride.
End to begin.
The taste will ever linger on your skin.