| A wise white moon sinks down into the sea
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| You wake up freezing cold, you lying under me
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| In a beach hut in a southern town, pebbledash grey
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| On a morning white as feathers
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| The sun as red as clay
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| Sometimes your eyes were chestnut brown
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| Sometimes your eyes were green
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| Sometimes your eyes were grey
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| They were the strangest i have seen
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| And you’d fix your eyes upon white lines
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| I’d fix mine next to yours
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| And we would ride these english roads
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| From shore to shining shore
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| As if we could live on kisses and stolen habitation
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| Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel
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| To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain
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| And watch the water rising and then falling back again
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| The sun sinks down beneath the waves
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| You wonder will you see her face
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| Your wondering won’t leave you alone
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| As summer clouds turn brutish grey
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| Your smile still flickers bright as day
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| Why do we stand here like two fools
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| In summer’s fading light?
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| Come now, come, we’ll beat the dawn and leave this place behind
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| Leave this stolen room and shingle shore, ride off into the night
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| I’ll fix my eyes upon the road if you fix yours next to mine
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| And we’ll warm our hands on heated air in the first car that we find
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| And sometimes when i wake beneath a sky as grey as steel
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| I still expect to find your body’s imprint next to me
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| I’m reminded of you when i see those wagons roll
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| Like broken glass i watch them pass, grey spectres in my soul
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| Come now, come, the day moves on and leaves us both behind
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| Beat back the moon that rises like a shadow in your mind
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| How can i even talk to you with your eyes so faraway
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| As if someday soon that road you love might steal you back again…
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| As if you could live on kisses and stolen habitation
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| Riding up and down connecting lines in wagons built of steel
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| To sit on hard, stone beaches the morning after rain
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| And watch the water rising and then falling back again |