Beach
Lady Glass

Salty waves on the face of a beach
Rolling down the hilly cheeks

It heard my cry that windy morning

Five o' clock and I'm still awake

You caught it for me
When it slipped out of my reach
I saw your hand
In that sliver of light in the room of pitch

I think you're still holding it for me

If you want to give it back I'll be waiting at the beach