Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
"Wind is cold" that's what you say
At dusk we walk on the beach
I don't notice a hole of my sock in the right
If I smiled shyly would your eyes sparkle more?
Thinking such a thing I wait for the moon
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come and go from that hole
Delusion of the summer day
I look up at the sky again
I was dazzled by the first star
"Wind is cold" that's what you say
At dusk we walk on the beach
I don't notice a hole of my sock in the right
Because we feel cold we hold hands
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come and go from that hole
Delusion of the summer day
I look up at the sky again
I was dazzled by the first star
"Wind is cold" that's what you say
At dusk we walk on the beach
I don't notice a hole of my sock in the right
Because we feel cold we hold hands