Starin' out late at night nOn the roof, yours and minenPlay it slow as you cannBroken hairs, broken strandsnSays I've got fingers feelin' my waves goodbyenBut they find usin' keys nYou can hear half moons glowingnnIf it rains we will gonWhere our skin is turning oldnWe will die, finally dienNear the ground and the skynWe're shining lights on hills at night nAnd the mountain man does reside nI've still got fingers feelin' my eyes, eyes