Beyond The Shore
(humm-mmm-mmm) Cold water on my feet
The morning fog begins to clear
Pine needles under the old wooden seat
Nothing but stillness here
And the ripples carry all the weight away
Leaving only what we wanted to
say
Oh, the lakeside keeps our secrets safe
In the deep green,
in the quiet grace
Time stands still in this hiding place (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Skipping stones across the glass
Counting seconds till they sink
How we wished the light would last
Standing on the rocky brink
And the ripples carry all the weight away
Leaving only what we wanted to
say
Oh, the lakeside keeps our secrets safe
In the deep green,
in the quiet grace
Time stands still in this hiding place (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Do you remember how the water felt at night?
Underneath the silver of the half-moon light?
Just a memory on the shore... (mmm-mmm)