It`s getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell
but it was terribly old
and now the heartbeat slows
to a heartless crawl
The lights went out
The lights went out
and darkness filled the house on
a tiring night under a Long Island sky.
I thought I`d known the consequence,
sweetness,
can you believe this?
mess we`ve made of it
this mess we`ve made of it
In years to come it might make sense
sweetness
can you believe this
Just what`s become of it
What`s become of it
but If you hear this and you think you`re ready, meet me in
Montauk where
we`ll write out in the sand
Here lies the destiny
of two hurt souls afraid to be
cured again
That could be our epitaph
i thought i`d know the consequence
sweetness
can you believe this
mess we`ve made of it
this mess we`ve made of it
in years to come it might make sense
sweetness
can you beleive it
whats become of it
whats become of it
i thought i`d know the consequence
sweetness
can you beileve this
mess we`ve made of it
this mess we`ve made of it
in years to come it might make sense
sweetness
can you beleive it
whats become of it
whats become of it
i know i know
i thought i`d known the consequence
sweetness
can you beileve this
mess we`ve made of it
this mess we`ve made of it
in years to come it might make sense
sweetness
did you foresee this
whats become of it
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