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 had before 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