Felt your hand last night,
fingers soft as air.
We held hands as we walked along the beach.
You and me,
happy and free,
as we walked along the beach.
Touched your face last night,
Moonlight in your hair.
The warm wind blew as we danced by the sea.
You and me,
happy and free,
as we danced down by the sea.

You and me on that long deserted beach,
holding hands in the night,
listening to the waves rolling in and rolling out,
falling in love under the moonlight.

Kissed your lips last night,
senses rolling ’round.
Looked deep in your eyes and you kissed me again.
You and me,
happy and free,
as we made love in the sand.

You and me on that long deserted beach,
holding hands in the night,
listening to the waves rolling in and rolling out,
falling in love under the moonlight.

Woke up in my room,
my dog right by my side.
He looked at me with his sad, sleepy glare.
Him and me,
alone as we could be.
Baby, you weren’t anywhere.
Dreamt of you last night.
Shook to clear my head.
I took your picture from inside my pillowcase.
You and me,
never to be.
I sat there staring at your face.

I cut your picture from a Cosmo that I bought:
A low-cut neckline, velvet, red.
You don’t even know that I just might exist,
So I put you back and went to bed.

Felt your hand last night,
fingers soft as air . . . .