Sunday

Down, down to the beach
One lesson left to teach
There where the water flies
Let me lay down and die on the sand
The moment's at hand

On a winter sunday
Had to happen someday

I see the days go by
I feel the minutes fly
I feel the time slipping away

And I never saw the ice and snow
Whispering as you turned to go
Under snow you lay
Turning to go, can't stay

Don't take my hand
Don't understand