Happy but for a while. The good times were out of style. And April came and went. Colder than it's ever been. . You'd lay in the morning time. And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low.
Meet me by the sea again. Past the point the shoreline bends. Where the sand is soft and warm. And hangs upon your golden arm. And time wont move at all.
Gazing out into space. We spend the endless day. When wine like water flows. And light falls on the rose. . Clouds rushing in now. Wash us with rain. So we go out sailing on.
Its been one year. I know well. Since I heard. The midnight bell. . From your window. On the square. Open to. The midnight air. . My home far away. Ill go back someday.