I walked up the steps the night that we met, not knowing where I was only where I came from and I was a long way from home. I was broke and I was stoned. And there you were with a smile on your face, surrounded by pretty girls in this foreign place and I didn't know what to say. So I just threw a smile back your way.
*chorus* There was no time. There was no space. It was just me and my feelings all over the place and I regret I didn't say more. All my feelings for you washed up on the shore the morning after the night we first met.
I was squishing sand between my toes while you recited rhymes which enveloped my soul and you were a long way from home, you were broke and you were stoned. We talked about music. We spoke our own language. As the waves crashed ashore I started to adore you drew your name in the sand. And then the waves claimed back their land.