Walking On The Beach

We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
Where we are walking to, we'll never know.

The sun is setting on the blue water's line,
And the waves are crashing with a silent wine.

But we keep walking, just you and me.
For this is the place we both want to be.

I feel wet sand in between my toes,
And this is the way the story goes.

The water sweeping by our feet,
We like to feel this once a week.

I feel your fingers in between mine,
And now I know that I am forever fine.