Lyrics Beach Walk - Whitewoods

She pressed her feet across the boardwalk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She knows she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa-oh
Oh
Whoa-oh
This sound is giving for the postman
Another one that's feeling under aurora skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Sticking down your leaves on grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa-oh
Oh
Whoa-oh