On the East coast of the bay,
I stand away from the hopes of the past
Beneath those memories, something beautiful awaits there,
Her eyes always said something, something unfamiliar
Was it love?
On the nights I would ask, the nights had many unrevealed stories
The waves on the shore touching my feet, as I swept away endearment
The stars are far away so is the love
Every reminiscence wither the grounds of yearning.
