Time Stamps In the Sand - Collab With Darren White

Aimless foot prints mark a wind torn shore deserted rifts splitting a secluded scene, (where romance rocked a heart between painted paradise and realness once adored) our heads inevitable drift even deeper inside And as blood red curtains paint a choppy sea where last sun rays die a temporary death, (so wondrous how they hold their breath to pat one later on the back with glee) even shallower time stamps left by our feet Everything erased a minute after we passed by incessant and unrelenting a water without feel, (your hand in mine, I bend over and steal evening breeze kisses, almost shy) and find myself in you a place to hide An uncertain future held without hope washed away shores with unfulfilled dreams, (but because nothing is as bad as it seems with you by my side, I can certainly cope) together our spirits and lives are complete Darren White Tim Smith