nStaring at pictures on the wallsnThey tell stories of open fields and waterfallsnI’d take you to see them but you’ve seen them allnSo I’ll stay inside and watch the sunrise start to fallnnAnd this summer beach,nIs just so hard to reachnnCause I’m still waking to the sound of bellsnIn between the time the skyline shines and darkness dwellsnAnd you look lost, as far as I can tellnYou might as wellnnWatchin the telephone starenIt’s silence reminds us of a time when we didn’t carenI’d tell you about it but you were therenAnd if memories were money we’d be millionairesnnCause I’m still waking to the sound of bellsnIn between the time the skyline shines and darkness dwellsnAnd you look lost, as far as I can tellnYou might as wellnnTheres no place I would rather benThis second home is home to me…nnCause I’m still waking to the sound of bellsnIn between the time the skyline shines and darkness dwellsnAnd you look lost, as far as I can tellnYou might as well