Sandy

(Freudenthaler) Sandy came to meet me to the secret little bay down by the shore Where once a time she told me that she couldn't live without me no no more There I stood so close beside her paralysed by the shining of her face It was an unreal imagination that really any day nothing than words were to say Don't talk too long I can't stand it When my soul begins to bleed Don't talk too long The tide is comin' in Just make the fire-engine keep ?away Wasted words were spoken The wind blew all the thoughts out of my head