He was sittin' there, his brush in hand. Paintin' waves as they danced, upon the sand. With every stroke, he brought to life. The deep blue of the ocean, against the mornin' sky.
He was sittin' there, his brush in hand. Paintin' waves as they danced, upon the sand. With every stroke, he brought to life. The deep blue of the ocean, against the mornin' sky.