Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening
Passing the years out of now
Counting the passing moments
Everything merges with the night
I stand on the beach
Giving up this stripsearch
Different for everyone I see
Seems I just can't remember
Longer than last September
[Sonty] I'll go
On the real volcano
Floats like a cushion on the sea
Yet I can never sleep here
Everything condones in the night
Rosalie, we been talking all summer
picking the straw from our clothes
see how the breeze has softened
everything crosses in the night
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