Of sun-kissed sands, I dream,
In escapades from the grim.
As the shadows lurk murkily,
And the flickers kiss the brim.
I hide beneath the covers,
In layers of many a whim,
Till the dawn comes calling,
And the stupor begins to dim.
Of sun-kissed sands, I dream,
In escapades from the grim.
As the shadows lurk murkily,
And the flickers kiss the brim.
I hide beneath the covers,
In layers of many a whim,
Till the dawn comes calling,
And the stupor begins to dim.