The sand is running through my fingers.
Only a few stick to my skin.
When I look down the sand-made-figures shaped your eyes
and I fall, deep, into your brown eterity.
I search for your lips because I need to breathe.
Give me the kiss of life and feed my need.
And then I see the southern winds bring you down to me,
dancing on the beach on a death can dance song.
Don't fade away my brown eyed girl...
Silence is my only vertue.