Bayside Montauk
It's getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell but it was terribly old
And now the heartbeat slows to a heartless crawl
The lights went out, the lights went out
And darkness filled the house on a 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
Just what's become of it, what's become of it
But if you hear this and you think you're ready
Meet me in Montauk where we'll write out in the sand
Here lies the destiny of two hurt souls afraid to be
cured again
That could be our epitaph
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
Just what's become of it, what's become of it
I know I know
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 did you foresee this
What's become of it, what's become