Your eyes are always on my mind, one way or a sudden other
Piercing and blue like the wild Pacific ocean multiplied by ten kinds of everything
When will we get to swim together – hand-in-hand, rip-soaring all of the way over these sands which try and slow us right the whole way down
Ain’t no such necessity for any kind of a shell pressed against the ear to hear us breathe
We’re away on a whim and it feels oh so good
Automatic
We choose who we choose and we opted upon losing you

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