I've had this riff on my brain for days now. . .

Between the eyes of love I call your name, behind those guarded walls
I used to go, upon a summer wind there's a certain melody
Takes me back to the place that I know, on the beach, down on the beach
The secrets of the summer I will keep, the sands of time will blow a mystery
No one but you and I underneath that moonlit skyTake me back to the place that I know, on the beach, down on the beach
Forever in my dreams my heart will be hanging on to this sweet memory
A day of strange desire and a night that burned like fire
Take me back to the place that I know, on the beach, down on the beach
CHRIS REA

6 comments:

Dave said...

That beach looks faintly familiar.

Zig said...

yep down on the beach would be my prefered place of occupation right this minute, shall I apply to be an academy and then move the whole school there? :)

Mel said...

Wow--I wanna go to Zig' academy!

Odds are I probably would get an award for attendance even! :-)
That'd be a first.....LOL

mig said...

Ooh. Lovely riff, lovely pictures, lovely place, clever Ziggi. Me too, I would like to attend. (I can be very attentive when I try honest!)

Dave said...

Good morning. ;-)

I, Like The View said...

Dave (-:

mig your name is on the role already!

Mel yeah, but wouldn't the sand the the buckets and spades and rock pools and shallows be a distraction!!

ZiggZ I have such a yearning to be there right now (the beach, not school)

Dave nothing escapes you, does it (-;