Your body is the shoreline   Sometimes I am the sea   Clinging desperately   Feeling all the contours   Ebbing away   Pulled by the tides   The moon   And digital clocks   Sensitive to nothing      Your body is the shoreline   Sometimes I am the sea   Clinging almost desperately   Feeling all the contours   Ebbing away   Pulled by the tides   The moon   And digital clocks   Sensitive to nothing      Parting hours   Time falls through our fingers   Like sand.