The trees like skyscrapers silhouetting the sky.
The sun is warm against our skin
The wind is gently whispering in our ears
As we sit alone on the deserted beach.
The sea splashes silently on the sand
As we gently comfort one another
The silence like a love song
As for in the morning leaves my lover.
Written by Lucy O'Neill Billy Jarrett Emma Phipps
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