Malin 5 Falling Slowly

Warm wind blowing, nights on the beach in the sound of the sea,
Sheltered and warm all around me.

Falling, calling, curls across your face,
Round and round in this place.

We throw ourselves like waves upon the sand,
Sweet silver ruffling a moonlit shore.
But we can never leave the depths of this great ocean,
It holds us and it pulls us out to sea once more.


Always leaving: all this will go when we look away,
The dunes are the tombs of each lover’s day.

Round and round, curls across your face,
I still hear the sound of this place.

We throw ourselves like waves upon the sand,
Sweet silver ruffling a moonlit shore.
But we can never leave the depths of this great ocean,
It holds us and it pulls us out to sea once more.