If you insist on pictures of shorelines then i insist on pages of your lines meant for me, to be sent to me. remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand remember the feeling in my fingertips, when i touch your lips and i recall how you sat on the same side of me it really seems that you'd always be on my side, you're my best side. and it's early June so the sand's still dry and you have got the boldest eyes and I can't help but think it's right that inside you it's me i'll find and i'm still waiting... and it's early June so the sand's still dry and the storm off shore's not far behind and i'm still waiting...i'm still waiting and sometimes we don't say a thing for a long while and the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make and sometimes we are held at bay by these miles but less of you is more than i can take. and the moments that we've shared could last a lifetime and the faith i have in us will keep you near but several hundred miles placed in between us means several hundred words be sent by mail. i hope this letter finds you well.