She brings me water
Sweeter than wine
Lost in the moment
Summertime

Counting the hours
Beating our time
Shallow as any heart
I could hope to find

Move with the water
Drift with the tide
With no regrets
To keep ghosts alive

When she smiles
She smiles for me [bad word] out
Like a pocketful of change [bad word] out
Like a pocket full of change
 [bad word] the morning
Blind and tired
Pulled by the undertow
This world of mine
This world is mine

When she cries
She cries for me [bad word] out
Like a pocketful of change [bad word] out
Like a pocket full of change