The temperature rose
Water on the horizon
Flooding, it carried us down
Through the dunes
Feeling doomed
We neared the end
So we sat down
Upon your chin
And sank into the sand
Until you swept us away
With your pruned hand
The temperature rose
Water on the horizon
Flooding, it carried us down
Through the dunes
Feeling doomed
We neared the end
So we sat down
Upon your chin
And sank into the sand
Until you swept us away
With your pruned hand