| sometimes the girl is here | |
| with her indigo eyes | |
| and her brand new gear | |
| she won't stay for long | |
| and she has to walk straight home | |
| patience, time comes, she says | |
| kiss me but don't you tell | |
| this is over as soon as this fire burns through | |
| she's on the ocean | |
| he's in the sand | |
| she's stuck in motion | |
| he is sliding gently off her hand | |
| springtime and turnoil | |
| she pours white wine | |
| and gets herself lost | |
| she falls over | |
| and disappears into the meadows | |
| wayward and highstrung | |
| she is lovesick and ever so strong | |
| then it's over like none of it ever was real | |
| she's on the ocean | |
| he's in the sand | |
| she's stuck in motion | |
| he slides so gently off her hand |