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And we have fun - we go laughing and running down to the water, there by the sea where the body just floats like a rowboat and the moon's like a harbor light lit in the sky. |
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And this picture's got a woman who looks like you and a guy who looks just like someone |
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I've seen. |
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When it turns out, |
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I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed. |
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Embarcadero train station's empty, and |
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I just cannot believe how long it takes to go all the way home through the city. |
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And everyone's looking - at least, it's nice to believe that everyone's looking. |
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And this picture's got a woman who looks like you, and a guy who looks just like someone |
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I've seen. |
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When it turns out, |
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I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed. |
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Ghostly faces at my living-room window aren't scared of me because they know |
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I can't hurt them. |
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They press up and see, in the lamp-glow, all of the hurt and the love inside of me. |
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It's their final duty to see right through me. |
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I tell them "twelve hours until the dawn, but we've got to hold on. Hold on to me, because we'll be running down to the water this morning." |
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Well, nobody waits for you to believe in ghosts, lit by moonlight or dawning, or in this picture of you a |
