sometimes the girl is herewith her indigo eyesand her brand new gearshe won't stay for longand she has to walk stra ight homepatience, time comes, she sayskiss me but don't you tellthis is over as soon as this fire burns throughshe's on t he oceanhe's in the sandshe's stuck in motionhe is sliding gently off her handspringtime and turnoilshe pours white wine and gets herself lostshe falls overand disappears into the meadowswayward and highstrungshe is lovesick and ever so strong then it's over like none of it ever was realshe's on the oceanhe's in the sandshe's stuck in motionhe slides so gently off her hand