Warm sand...

... Warm sand underneath my feet No promises left for you to keep Fortune smiling back at me Forgetting the things that could have been The things that might have been The things that should have been It’s all I’d ever dream of It’s all I’d ever hope to touch whenever I’d reach up Warm sand underneath my feet No promises left for you to keep Fortune smiling back at me Forgetting the things that could have been The things that might have been The things that should have been ...

• sand
• tinadickow
• music
• lyrics
• woman
• beach
• song
• summer
• sp
• alone