Echo Slightly The Only Thing That Changes
Hands, crawling on the shoreline
Covered in sand.
Tiny crystals of salt water like diamonds in my hair.
I said, "how can I go if this (you) are what I am leaving
behind?"
Then you said, "take me with you. I'll go anywhere with
you. Take me, take me anywhere. I'll go, I'll go."
Is this only in my head, because it feels so real.
Why don't we dive into those waves, let them carry us,
carry us where they go?
Let them wash us both away (so we don't have to say
goodbye just yet.)
You said, "it seems like we've been in this same place a
hundred times before. The only thing that changes are the
postmarks on my leters."
