Somewhere, you know, the sea,
Painted a picture, a mixture of colors, and a swirl of dreams.
A palette of plaid shirts and pearl necklaces kept it together at the seams,
I think, if I remember right, it included you and me.
The sea used a big brush and made long strides,
To measure out the amount of time we could keep our fingers intertwined.
Divided by the times we had forgotten about how to try.
You see, the sea is too far away to paint a true picture.
She made up lies, and covered up the cries, with reds and yellows and greens.
Miss Sea failed to see ...