Dance with me my darling, for the summer clock does grind And the hands are getting stronger, squeezing harder every time We can get so close we feel the flames but we can't quite see the fire setting blaze to the pyre And now there's blood on my kerchief, well I think my moment's come Cuz the past and the future are both blurring into one There's a girl's voice on the telephone tellin' me that Everything will be fine, but all I'm picking up is static on the line Soak the heart in brine Shoot it with salt and lime Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me I pay taxes on distance, and there's a fee for helplessness Retribution for nights spent on the drunk side of the fence I'll gather whats left and split it in two and place wagers with each of my pence One coin on guilty, the other on innocence Soak the heart in brine... Shoot it with salt and lime Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me So jump in the barley wine, dive to the bottom and close your eyes We'll float forever like dreams that were cast to the sea, all at the cost of a dime And impossible is nothing when you have a dream to hold We found our dreams in a glorious, ever-loving, bottomless pot of gold