(Verlaine)

The last word

is the lost word

Why don't you say so



I sleep light

on these shores tonite

I live light on these shores



Elevation... don't go to my head



Now you give me no trouble

and you give me no help

It is the clown

that works so well



I sleep light on these shores tonite.

I live light on these shores.



Elevation don't go to my head



Our lips are sealed our breath is burning

These cold wild seas have left us turning

But I sleep light on these shores tonite

I live light on these shores