low sun leaning on the sea gold runs quiet over me boards in the sand no plans to keep we let the hours drift and sleep you say nothing I understand the world gets softer out of hand waves keep talking in repeat but every echo feels unique we move like shadows long and thin lose where we end where we begin salt on your shoulder light in your hair time disappears when you’re there no need to chase it no need to prove just let the shoreline start to move I came here restless out of place now I’m just breathing in this space
