Her voice was a candlelit picnic
on the beach,
Soft as the ocean waves,
Leaving impressions on your heart
Like the sand that you carried
In small dunes
As the sounds of guitar strings fade
With the rising sun.
Her voice was a candlelit picnic
on the beach,
Soft as the ocean waves,
Leaving impressions on your heart
Like the sand that you carried
In small dunes
As the sounds of guitar strings fade
With the rising sun.