Kicking Soles

The sunlight strikes the ocean

As the morning starts to break

You looked at me and muttered

That the hour's getting late

And I could tell you that I love you

As I always have before

And then a cold chill draws upon your face

Like a soldier back from war

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around

So the years they happened to us

Like a river bed run dry

And the day it came upon us

As a tear slips from your eye

And I could tell you that I’d haunt you

Like the moon that lights the rose

That misses the sun at dawning

As we fade and decompose

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around

When your soles are kicking out

And your days are turned around