I see you there
Tiptoeing your way through
So quite, so light
That it might not even hurt the dew
And there is no print on the sand either
I wonder is there anything lighter?
As I see you there
Tiptoeing your way through
I see you there
Looking across the sea
Where the ship becomes a speckle
And where the breeze blows a gusty flow
Do you also wish that it were a little bit slow?
Caressing the waves as the sun kissed them
Wrapped close and tight in a hem?
As I see you there
Tiptoeing your way through
And I see a diary half sneaking
Also the head of a pencil
Is that how you draw, is that your stencil?
But I'm sure there must be some colors as well
You look so more than just black white and grey
Then you must be a reader too
Would you read my scribbles?
I have got quite a few
As I see you there
Tiptoeing your way through
