| Sitting on a boat decrepid | |
| Gently rolling with the waves | |
| From tankers and grey ships they're miles away | |
| Watching fog came rolling over | |
| Upthrust bits of inner earth | |
| Juniper and ancient live oak trees | |
| Seagulls swoop for bits of flotsam | |
| Drifting on receding tides | |
| I am only miles but lives away | |
| Miles away and lives away | |
| Can't you hear me Ariadne | |
| Bring to me your golden skin | |
| Driving down a burning highway | |
| Underworlds and gold dead grasses | |
| Vineyards laid with opulence and curves | |
| Vineyards laid with labyrinths | |
| There stalks the minotaur | |
| Come to take our youth with ancient times | |
| I grow old and bitter grey | |
| And all I know it slips away | |
| Except the memory I have of you | |
| True love is our only shield | |
| True love is our only shield | |
| And true love is our sword | |
| Last time |