Beach Walk - Whitewoods

She disappeared across the boardwalk

She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes

She knows she gets away with murder

Swallows up your heart of gold,

and I don’t know just where we’ve got to go

Whoa-oh

Oh

Whoa-oh

This sound is giving for

the postman

Another one that’s feeling under aurora skies

The summer sleeps in time for autumn

Sticking down your leaves on grass,

and I don’t know just where we’ve got to go

Whoa-oh

Oh

Whoa-oh

Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh