Montauk

Montauk - Bayside

It's getting cold

Thought it was too soon to tell

But it was terribly old

And as the heartbeat slows to a heartless crawl

The lights went out

The lights went out

And darkness filled the house

On tiring night under a Long island sky

I thought I'd known the consequence

Sweetness can you believe this

Mess we've made of it

This mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

Sweetness can you believe this

What's become of it

What's become of it

If you hear this and you think you're ready

Meet me in Montauk where

Write out in the sand

Here lies the destiny of two hurt souls afraid

To be cured again

That could be our epitaph

And I thought I'd known the consequence

Sweetness can you believe this

Mess we've made of it

Mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

Sweetness can you believe this

What's become of it

What's become of it

I thought I'd known the consequence

Sweetness can you believe this

Mess we've made of it

Mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

Sweetness can you believe this

What's become of it

What's become of it

I know oh oh

I thought I'd known the consequence

Sweetness can you believe this

Mess we've made of it

Mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

Sweetness can you believe this

What's become of it

What's become