Beach Walk

She pushed her feet across the board walk

She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes

She knows she gets away with murder

Swallows up your heart of gold

And I don't know just where we've got to go.

This sound is giving for the postman

Another one that's feeling under orange skies

The summer sleeps in time for autumn

Sticking down your leaves on grass

And I don't know just where we've got to go.