I still feel the sand on my toes. My foolish words, your heart-shaped stones, sunscreen on my lips and your sleepy eyes. And then it all started to fall. It was just a summer, but it meant more. I still feel the sun on my skin. The love we were in, the mountain goat walk, sunscreen on my lips and your sleepy eyes. Was it the sun in our hair? Was it that hard rain that fell? Was it that picture you took? Was is the l*** in that stare? Was it the dormouse upstairs? Was it that old blue book? I wish I could deduce it.