The Sand That Holds The Lakes In Place

Spare me something better
easy to remember
in the sheets
the folds the crease
the blankets you are underneath
a whisper fills a willing ear
a far off shore, i'd follow you anywhere
no can take away
the sand that holds the lakes in place
if you get there before i do
tell my friends i'm coming too
if you get there before i do
my heart would dig a hole in the moon
in the sheets
the folds the crease
the blankets you are underneath
a whisper fills a willing ear
are you mine to keep
standing in the sand
on a bright summer day.