Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening

Passing the years out of now

Counting the passing moments

Everything merges with the night



I stand on the beach

Giving up this stripsearch

Different for everyone I see

Seems I just can't remember

Longer than last September



[Sonty] I'll go

On the real volcano

Floats like a cushion on the sea

Yet I can never sleep here

Everything condones in the night



Rosalie, we been talking all summer

picking the straw from our clothes

see how the breeze has softened

everything crosses in the night