We will revisit the mornings in the promenade, in each other's arms in bed, and it doesn't matter that oh so early, we'll be looking, without actually searching for something.
The materials of certainty, are sweet words recorded in tapes, for all those things that were so late to come, but the heart took them in with arms wide open.
The salvation of the soul, is really a great thing, like a recreational trip with a hidden trauma.
A deserted beach, and we would be spreading there our life's pace, and it doesn't matter that so many kisses will be swept away by the waves, before they even get a chance to grow old.
And there in the end of the line, we will be giving away old pieces of our selves, to all those things that were so small , but used to cast a shadow however, that made them look like palaces.