Beach Walk

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 leafs 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