The sun dies
The swells rise
Montauk throws the planets out of line
Nothing's going fast enough tonight
And, so many others would love to try
Some'll fill you up with their wine
Others, flatter you with their lines
Because the blood that flows from
Your heart to your head carries the need to feel alive
Come back, make up some goodbye
(Let's pretend we had one)
What if you stayed this time?
(By morning you'll be gone)
There's a memory of you in the rear view
Looking for something I could never give you
Is there a ghost of me you try your best to forget?
But, with every draw of breath
A vapor in my shape ascends the stars in the sky
It gets lost in your eyes
Our memory serves as a curse
And, with each impulse, it only gets worse