I once met a girl with the life in her hands And we lay together on the summerday sands. I gave her my raincoat and told her, ''lady, be good!'' And we made truth together, where no one else would.
I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands --- The hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.
We sat as the sea caught fire. Waited as the flames grew higher In her eyes. We watched the eagle born --- Wings clipped, tail feathers shorn But we saw him rise --- Over summerday sands.
Came the ten o'clock curfew. She said, ''i must start my car. I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar.'' I called from my wave top --- ''at least tell me your name!'' She smiled from her wheelspin And said, ''it's all the same.'' I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land --- Left one set of footprints on the summerday sands.
I once met a girl with the life in her hands And we lied together on the summerday sands.
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