Skip Friel: Music

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I SAW YOUR FIGURE IN A TWILIGHT RED SKY
YOU TURNED TOWARD ME STROLLED INTO MY SIGHT
I KNELT AND GRABBED A HANDFUL OF DRY SAND
WATCHED IT SHINE AND SLIP OUT OF MY HAND

NOT THE FIRST TIME WE TALKED HERE ALL NIGHT
WON’T BE THE LAST

I DREAMED I SAW YOU WALKIN THE SHORELINE
SOON YOU WERE GONE BACK OVER THE DUNE LINE
LOST FOR A WHILE YOU SHOWED AT MY DOOR
ONCE AGAIN YOU WENT OVER MY THRESHOLD

IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME WE TALKED HERE ALL NIGHT
WON’T BE THE LAST CHANCE TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT

YOU THOUGHT SOMETIMES WE’D ONLY BEEN HALF HERE
TURNED OUT TO BE ONLY A FALSE FEAR
A FAINT RED GLOW BUILDS INTO THE EAST SKY
FIRST SIGHT OF WHITE FOAM GRINS OFF THE BEACHSIDE

NOT THE FIRST TIME WE TALKED HERE ALL NIGHT
NOT THE FIRST TIME WE TALKED HERE ALL NIGHT
NOT THE FIRST TIME WE TALKED HERE ALL NIGHT
WON’T BE THE LAST CHANCE TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT