Quiet beach,
Soaked through and through,
Feel on my waist,
Your wet hand,
Surprised we both survived.
Later, our burning bodies made a glow,
And we rose as smoke,
And then as a puff of ash.
We drifted out over the sea where it hurts to much to look
It hurts to try and see,
At that point we could just step into the gleam
the Gleam, Pt. 3
de Mount Eerie
