The Moore Chronicles - Chapter 1
Apr 10, 2008 - 09:55 AM PST
She was black aviators and blue jeans
I was short tee-shirts and long hair.
It was like being anywhere but home,
and the world so easily accessible.
We held hands as the ocean drank our skin
and our feet sank a little deeper.
The further we sank, the higher we felt
like we were born with sand in our toes
and sun in our eyes.
The waves came higher to carry me away
and I smiled to let her know that I'd probably
drift forever but I'd only be thinking of
black aviators and blue jeans