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 believe this
What's become of it
What's become of it
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 believe this
What's become of it
What's become of it
I know I know
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
Did you foresee this
What's become of it
What's become
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 believe this What's become of it What's become of it 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 believe this What's become of it What's become of it I know I know 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 Did you foresee this What's become of it What's become Explain Request ×
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