歌词
It's getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell
But it was terribly old
And as 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 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?
So what's become of it? What's become of it?
If you hear this and you think you're ready
Then meet me at 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 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?
So what's become of it? What's become of it?
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?
So what's become of it? What's become of it?
I know (I know)
I thought I'd know the consequence
Sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we've made of it
Mess we've made of it
In years to come, it might make sense
Sweetness, did you foresee this?
So what's become of it? Just what's become
Written by: Bayside
