Shell Island - Marine Girls

Sun in his eyes, the sand in his hands

Stumbles back with his feet in the air

The sky are there

back in her deck chair

Shall it be the truth today?

Wait for the sea on the railway

Rain in her eyes to stay

He’ll help her away

a pencil in his hand

He sketches the on the fresh sand

For he could

But she would love him anyway

Down to where the meet

Take the shore, for secrets are ther

Land stretches as far as you can see

All I ask for is you to describ it to me