August 26, 2009
i look in your eyes and i can’t see a thing. that usually means attraction to me. i’ve read all the books about love i could find and i’ve found not one, no, not one word ‘bout mine. cos you are reliable as a painting in wave wet sand; you’re coming and you’re going, like the water, you never end. cos  you are reliable as a painting in wave wet sand and i am just another piece of an island in reach for your hands. [view over the ocean in bermuda at dinner]

i look in your eyes and i can’t see a thing. that usually means attraction to me. i’ve read all the books about love i could find and i’ve found not one, no, not one word ‘bout mine. cos you are reliable as a painting in wave wet sand; you’re coming and you’re going, like the water, you never end. cos  you are reliable as a painting in wave wet sand and i am just another piece of an island in reach for your hands.

[view over the ocean in bermuda at dinner]