When the moon daggers behind Boulder Rock can you see?
You were just a little kid, lying out in the breeze
And the swans and the families are all going home
But I'll wait by the road
Take my hand on the pale white sand
And lead me to the garden where the flowers are dead
Tonight I'm going swimming in your wild black hair
There's a smell in the air of this place when it rains
And you get so excited it burns in your brain
And I know that my brother we'll go it alone
But I'll wait for the light to change
Take my hand on the pale white sand
And lead me to the garden where the flowers are dead
Tonight I'm going swimming in your wild black hair
Tonight I'll be swimming there with you
I went to all the parties, baby I broke every glass
I fell down in the garden and felt the dirt in my teeth
And the blood in eyes
And the tears in my mouth
Take my hand on the pale white sand
And lead me to the garden where the flowers are dead
Tonight I'm going swimming in your wild black hair
Tonight I'll be swimming there with you