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.