In a lighthouse by the sea, at the 33rd degree,
you'll make me feel so special and free.
But there's something in the air,
turning stutters into stares.
I'll look into your blue eyes and say,
Don't
throw it all away.
I'm here to make you stay
with me.
In the sun I look so pale,
northern skin so thin and frail.
But I try to close my eyes when everything starts fading.
And I wake up from this dream,
shivering under cold sheets.
Ten thousand miles away,
I wish I was on King's Strait.
Don't throw it all away.
I'm here to make you stay with me.
Newly risen,
how brightly you shine.
Something
seems to give inside my heart when you're
nearby.
All I've given
to you is vacant eyes.
I don't understand, I can't figure it out.
I
can't figure it.
On a park bench by the street,
at the 43rd degree,
I'll sit and watch the snow fall and
think.
If these walls could tell the tale,
an excuse to no avail.
Would you ever be good to forgive me again,
to forgive me now?
Don't throw it all away.