Wasted Light

That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic The moment now we reached the middle You turned to me and said something romantic "I've won the race and you're the medal" And all the ocean liners we were passing Are nothing on a selling whistle And

Raise up our voice, not far from here Strip away the noise until your skin is bare I give it up for you Name around my neck, since I was young Growing old, thinning out your blood We're all to blame for this one Hold on, Hold on Make up the bed, you'