A couple on a bridge, a stone bridge in some European town.
And after all the years, in corduroy, in silence, in between the water and the moon.
I see we all fall down.
A knock at the front door, a crack in the wall, the stain on the floor boards: it's nothing at all.
It's nothing at all
After all the years, after all the yearning, and the years, what is left to say? What is left to say?
Isn't it a hard life?
Turn your cheek toward me a minute more.
Lay your hand inside mine a minute more.
Suddenly you say, oh baby
Don't let go, though these are the hard times, though this is the fight. Nobody's wrong if nobody's right.
And after all the years, just looking at your shadow holding mine. It's holding onto mine, still holding onto mine.
Isn't that a holy sign? Like maybe we're fine. Isn't that a free ride out of here?
I think that that's a sign. Yeah, I think that's a sign
That though we all fall down, the knock at the front door, the crack in the wall, the stain on the floorboards: It's nothing at all. It's nothing.
Oh my my. Let's mop up the floorboards. Let's repaint the walls, and put on your new dress, high heels and all.