And I’m drifting off to sleep With my face pressed up against the pane With the rhythm of my heart And the ringing in my ears It’s the rhythm of the Southbound Train Oh, when the wind starts to look like her hair The clouds in her bright blue eyes As the sea and the shore fall and rise Like her breast as she breathes by my side And the moon is her lips as the sun Is headed on down to the sea Like her head as she lays down on me Until we reach Oceanside Over and over I hear the same refrain …

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