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I kiss you goodbye
 then release in the sky
 I stare in your core
 as you rise from the shore
 It goes by.

 Over the sand, into the light,
 over the sea, the waves go by.
 Under the sun, back to the land,
 into the night, between your hands.

 Relax in the tides.
 Feel your breeze going by
 over our head
 You display with your dance.
 It goes by.

 Over the sand, into the light,
 over the sea, the waves go by.
 Under the sun, back to the land,
 into the night, between your hands.

 You try to contain it.
 It shoots out between your hands.

 I kiss you goodnight.
 Lift your face to the light.
 The taste of your cell
 lays the key to your spell.
 It goes by.

 Over the sand, into the light,
 over the sea, the waves go by.
 Under the sun, back to the land,
 into the night, between your hands.

 You try to contain it,
 but you're in over your head.

 I follow in the wake of your tide.
 Good enough [bad word] around.
 Try to keep the pace of your stride.
 Trying to keep the axis straight.
 Laying in the wake of your trail.
 Good enough [bad word] around.
 Caught up in the waves of your spell.
 Trying to keep the axis straight.
 Laying in the wake of your trail.
 Good enough [bad word] around.
 Caught up in the waves of your spell.
 Trying to keep the axis high.