No longer vexed
by the sand tickling our naked feet
we sit by the beach
throwing stones over the stretched waters
forgetting the ones that drowned
rejoicing the ones that skipped
one, two, three or seven times
making the best of the moonlight
No longer vexed
by the sand tickling our naked feet
we sit by the beach
throwing stones over the stretched waters
forgetting the ones that drowned
rejoicing the ones that skipped
one, two, three or seven times
making the best of the moonlight