when the seashells crumbled in your hand   you looked up up at me   and the sand shifting underneath your feet   softened for you and incredibly the sun went through from the sky   and i was certain i was going to cry      but then you reached up and you reached out   we'd been staring at the water all day   and then you touched me you were golden   you were giving the game away      when the sand crabs ran across your face   you didn't even twitch   and a soft scent came across the water   impossibly rich   impossibly cold   we were just nineteen years old      but then you reached up and you reached out   we'd been staring at the water all day   and then you touched me you were golden   you were giving the game away