Dinard

Crashing waves, hands on my arms grip sufficiently This is love here this weekend not something to be And the thousands of faces look down to the sea For the laughter, like children, je t'aime, if you please If the fires in this town burn revolutionary And the hours fly by, because we're just happy Then let the scent in the sky, not go and censor these sparks This is love on the highway, not fear in the dark And before we lie in our beds To ponder what we should've said To call up our demons for tests Can we love what's in-between? Oh, these flags are insane, but these faces are sweet And the fire in the corner can feel my heartbeat Oh, fleeting candlelit hour, there's no need to hide Why would bliss make us blush when it keeps us alive? Oh, can we sit, sipping whiskey and slip, slip away To the garden of Eden and filling ashtrays We are warmth from the core, we are sparks in the sky This is love on the highway, not fear or denial And before we lie in our beds To ponder what we should have said To call up our demons for tests Can we love what's in-between? Now the weather has changed from hot embers to sleet When the daylight arrives, we're swept off our feet In a prodigal hour, conspire our retreat To the rivers, we forged and the castles we breached Give me fire and illusion and don't let me sleep Give me taunting out trouble and teasing relief I want everyone in here, to see what I see This is love on the highway, not fear, not fear, not fear Now we can lie in our beds