The time we spend on living livesnWorking day breakfast goodbyesnIt isn’t really you or menLiving these lives eternallynnThe man that’s on my business cardnA woman trying all to hardnTo find something that she can feelnWell none of them are really realnnAlive and wild and frighteningnJust like a shooting starnIs how I really see younWhen you’ve turned on all your charmnnThe little things we talk aboutnWhen you’re in my arms and the lights are outnYour voice a current in the airnI feel it charge the atmospherennYou say it’s getting hardernYou say it’s getting coldnWith everything and nothingnThe universe grows oldnnTonight we’re going to take a ridenAnd park the car by the seasidenAnd sit there on the beach and watch the tidenWe can say the things we need to saynBeneath clouds of electric graynAnd no-one’s allowed to say they have to gonnLet’s go back in timenWhen you knew menLive it through menEase your mindnnTonight we’re going to take a ridenAnd park the car by the seasidenAnd sit there on the beach and watch the tidenWe can say the things we need to saynBeneath clouds of electric graynAnd no-one’s allowed to say they have to gonnEase your mind…