To Killiney beach we’re tripping
In the sun our clothes we’re stripping
We take a dip to emerge dripping
And go again, we’re double dipping.
On vodka & lemon, we’re slowly sipping
Lying on hot stones, happily kipping
The sun gets low, it’s slowly slipping
Rainbows appear, wind gives us a whipping.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 