Walking out together. All along the shore. Arm in arm beneath the cliffs that tower above us. We hear the breakers roar. . Here we found each other. Here we made our home.
If you want to make the weather. Then you have to take the blame. If sometimes dark clouds fill the sky. And it starts to rain, folks complain. . And though your head may tell you.
You see a rainbow. I see a dark cloud. You see your new friends. And I see a bad crowd. . I almost killed you. Nearly killed you. Almost killed you with my love.