Beach House

The sand has touched the ocean floor I wonder how it's like To feel my feet upon the shore And let the sand glide by So much for the social norms Authorities Deceased  For I have been a king to all Until it reduced to me and thee Had we been built forever Today we might have been together Left alone witnessing the beautiful ocean Not a single soul to drive my emotion Fatigued by the heavy air It's time to let you go In the hot sand of Bahamas Lavender starts to grow