"holding hands"
Remember the symphony
that played in the dead cold of December
When just for a day it was August
we went to find the love we could conjure
An ivory blanket upon a pillow
It was like an oasis on an icicle
for just the two of us,
our own private isle
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
Lately everything has been climaxing
forced to crash suddenly in waves
We thought we could drown them in oceans
but in our own torrent we became enslaved
Can we just forget all our worries?
as we gaze out against this breeze
Let it all sail away our troubles
until their nothing but distant marquees
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
In those sea streamed emerald orbs
I know love still deeply dwells
It is insatiable desire
that no friction can ever quell
can compassion go back to its genesis
back when our sparks grew to the flame
When this feeling that we felt
between us was one and the same
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
nothing but you and I, it was love
nothing but bliss upon this vista
nothing but bliss upon this vista
by Chris Egan
Remember the symphony
that played in the dead cold of December
When just for a day it was August
we went to find the love we could conjure
An ivory blanket upon a pillow
It was like an oasis on an icicle
for just the two of us,
our own private isle
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
Lately everything has been climaxing
forced to crash suddenly in waves
We thought we could drown them in oceans
but in our own torrent we became enslaved
Can we just forget all our worries?
as we gaze out against this breeze
Let it all sail away our troubles
until their nothing but distant marquees
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
In those sea streamed emerald orbs
I know love still deeply dwells
It is insatiable desire
that no friction can ever quell
can compassion go back to its genesis
back when our sparks grew to the flame
When this feeling that we felt
between us was one and the same
For a moment it could transcend complexities
For a moment it could transcend beauty
regress before all the tampering of media
regress to life all its simplicities
Have you ever gone
to the beach just to enjoy the sand
Have you ever loved
just the sensation of holding hands?
Just the sensation of holding hands?
nothing but you and I, it was love
nothing but bliss upon this vista
nothing but bliss upon this vista
by Chris Egan
