Puffa

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of Sunday, our loving done within reach, each part of the gloom, is suddenly drained, somewhere in the blue, you touch my knee, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, love this soul café, catch moments like these, listen to what I say, buy me chips and mushy peas, watch my eyes dilate