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Midnight on a beach on the Mediterranean
and I miss you,
even here taking it all in.
The sand, silvered, carries the moon
on it's shoulders.
Is it possible to put this night to tune
and move it to you?
Don't cry, I'll bring this home to you
If I can make this night light enough to move.
Cargo ships move by
tracing on the horizon line.
There's a luster from the city lights
on the waves that kiss our feet
and we're thinking of going in,
the time's getting thin.
This is a city for not sleeping
and the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit,
none of it seems real.
and I miss you,
even here taking it all in.
The sand, silvered, carries the moon
on it's shoulders.
Is it possible to put this night to tune
and move it to you?
Don't cry, I'll bring this home to you
If I can make this night light enough to move.
Cargo ships move by
tracing on the horizon line.
There's a luster from the city lights
on the waves that kiss our feet
and we're thinking of going in,
the time's getting thin.
This is a city for not sleeping
and the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit,
none of it seems real.