They cannot take away the songs,
the smell of sleep
or the secret beach we called our own.
The records are safe,
those afternoons too;
they cannot take away the breeze.
Some pretty, naked body
ain't ever gonna change
the mystic way our bodies matched.
No one's ever gonna take
the late coffees, the stories
and the stars.
They cannot take these things from us.
I won't let anyone take these away;
not even you.