You found my toes under the sheet
As I search for a way to cling to your feet
Your arches so high they fit into mine
And my ankle and yours have tangled the line
You walk on the sand leaving your prints
But I'm stuck behind, beginning to sprint
Even wonder how far you can be?
Until in the moment you're running from me.
I treasure these footprints you left behind
As I follow in hope that's it's you I find
I search for a way to cling to your feet
And I find your toes under the sheet.
