When I turned the page
The coner bent into a perfect dog ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
but at that time I couldn't see it

I would read that page every day
For the next year

She sang a short tune
Da da-da da da da
And I came from her soft touch
And slept

We sat on a shoreline
Watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shorline
And if I could do it
I'd dog ear this page

We spoke about growning old
And filling the future's empty stage

She sang a short tune
Da da-da da da da
And I came from her soft touch
And slept

She sang a short tune
Da da-da da da da
And I came from her soft touch
And slept

When i turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog ear
As if the words knew I'd need them again
I'd need them again
Oh

I hope the weather holds
But you don't need the sun to make you shine
These island towns don't care for city folk
But I think we can starve the city from our minds

I know we won't want for much
It's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline