The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.
Albert Camus
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Wave Wet Sand
You are as reliable as a painting
In wave wet sand.
Look in your eyes and I can't see a thing,
That usually means attraction to me
I've read all the books about love I could find,
And I've found not one, no,
Not one word about mine,
'Cause you are reliable as a painting
In wave wet sand
You're coming and you're going:
Like the water you never end.
'Cause you are reliable as a painting
In wave wet sand
And I am just another piece of an island
In reach for your hands
feel my doubts when you are in my arms.
Darling: If you know that it's love
And not charm
You must tell me so or go elsewhere to hunt.
'Cause you are
Your love
I am just another piece of an island
I can't close my ears when I hear that you call.
I don't want to fear every tear that could fall
I'll go on my own, and pass people with doubts.
My goal is to find just a piece of your love.
Your love is, your love is like the water
You are like the water.
You are like the water.
You, you are my shore, and you know
You are my shore.
'Cause you are reliable like a painting
I am just another piece of an island