Those lights keep rambling through my mind
As shadows of that evening make their way into this night
That summer day,
those streets were calm but our words were slow
Before that evening slipped past by,
we slipped past with our hands alone
So I run back to those streets that your windows see,
to see where it all began
And one of these days our shadows might embrace,
to find what we buried in the sand
That
bench
by that sea looks around that hill,
searching for you and me
And now and then,
I end up by that same,
chasing those late evenings,
when these waves they washed our feet
Oh,
so I run back to those streets that your windows see,
to see where it all began
And one of these days our shadows might embrace,
to find what we buried in the sand
And now these waves have moved back into the sea,
and the sand has dried up
under my feet
I see these tides, they dance and call out to me
But my boat can't find its way beyond this sea,
beyond this sea
So I run back to those streets that your windows see,
to see where it
all began
And one of these days our shadows might embrace,
to find what we buried in the sand
In the sand,
in the sand