Lyric This Ain t A Surfin Movie

When I turned the page
The corner 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 everyday for the next year.

She sang a short tune.
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 shoreline, and if I could do it, I d dog-ear this page.
We spoke about growing old and filling the future s empty stage.

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 me and you and a bed and a shoreline.