How, Could It Be?

So this is it
After the green started drying
But the sea is far too close
as you’d ever seen

Then you begged him
“Play it, Sam. Play it!”
but don’t you remember, let’s say, anything?
As time went by, just like me

Shadows and light shone together
when the tide penetrated through me
Never compromise to non-integral spin
and you know, that’s a fake law of gravity

So this is it
After the blue turned fading
But the moon is dimly too clear
as you’d never seen

Eric