midnight on a beach in the mediterranean, and i miss you, even here, taking it all in. the sand's silver carries the moon on its shoulders. is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you? dont cry, ill bring this home to you, if i can make this night light enough to move. dont cry, ill bring this home to you. cargo ships move by, tracing on the horizon line. theres 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.