dew on a dune, 
sand turns to morning mud. 
dew on a dune, 
the world is waiting for the flood. 
one morning in june, 
girl lay covered with dew. 
one morning injune, 
maybe baby it was you. 
i stood watching the sea, 
i held a shell to my ear. 
i could smell the salty sea, 
i had a taste of salty tears. 
under the morning moon, 
dew drops on her chin. 
under the mourning moon, 
wet sand on a moonglow skin. 
i stood watching the dew, 
i could smell her skin. 
her eyes were green, 
her lips were blue, 
her body was covered with sin.