Montauk — текст песни (Bayside)

It`s getting cold.
Thought it was too soon to tell but it was terribly old
and as 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 Long Island skies.

I thought I`d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we`ve made of it.
This mess we`ve made of it.
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
What`s become of it?
Just what`s become of it?

Well 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 known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we`ve made of it.
This mess we`ve made of it.
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Just what`s become of it?
Just what`s become of it?

I thought I`d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we`ve made of it.
This mess we`ve made of it.
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, can you believe this?
What`s become of it?
Just what`s become of it?

I know (I know...)

I thought I`d known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This mess we`ve made of it.
This mess we`ve made of it.
In years to come it might make sense
but sweetness, did you foresee this?
What`s become of it?
What`s become...