The pearl of a secret sparkels in the sun; My trust for you, is not to be easliy a'won. Yet the glitter on the moon; Tells me I will trust you soon. The oceanic breeze on my skin; Secretly feels, as if it should be a sin. The pearl and breezy, glitterous wonder; Makes me ask myself, "what spell am i under?" Natures music, plays a hypnotic, soothing song; Laying in the California sand, I will be asleep before long.