An old song heard out on the ocean
at sunrise, only for moment.
The candles burn into the evening
in your eyes, wild and then returning.
There, standing by the window,
looking out upon the world.
Oh, still you will remember.
You'll remember now and ever.
The long nights find us all alone.
The others, somewhere on their own.
I'll hold you, pull you back to morning
and talk, too — talk until the daylight.
No, I won't let it go.
Tell me everything I don't know.
Oh, even if you don't know,
I'll be carrying you home.