Quiet beach
Soaked through and through
Feel on my waist
Your wet hand
Surprised we both survived
Later, our burning bodies made a glow
And we rose as smoke
And then as a puff of ash
We drifted out over the sea
Where it hurts to much to look
It hurts to try and see
At that point we could just step into the gleam
Soaked through and through
Feel on my waist
Your wet hand
Surprised we both survived
Later, our burning bodies made a glow
And we rose as smoke
And then as a puff of ash
We drifted out over the sea
Where it hurts to much to look
It hurts to try and see
At that point we could just step into the gleam