All across the road the wind whips shadows Broken parts that last upon the sand What a way to go, the ways of romance All outside the blue light hits the sand Flying high on love I see what you mean Hold me in your arms I see it too The blackened space of this just cuts right through me Across the table falling into view Wooden slats are strapped across the window We're inside but see light through the cracks Taste the waiting, taste the time approaching And all around outside, they're making tracks Flying high on love I see what you mean Hold me in your arms I see it too The blackened space of this just cuts right through me Across the table falling into view