We started out as a fleet
A column calm and complete
Then the cold undertow
Dragged us every way we know
In scattered waters we dwell
A very personal hell
Separate streams, so it seems
We are compelled
Now I look around
Trapped in some middle-class Babel
Lofty words, and loud
Tangle as they cross the table
Not with all the wit of Wilde
Nor by Baudelaire beguiled
Could I get a word in edgeways, though I try
Oh, but I was fine
'Til the light inside me died
What you see are just reflections in the sky
More magic sparks on the stone
In concrete parks of my home
Then all of these tall hallowed halls could possess
A single word from your lips
Has more reward than a kiss
In a club ever could effervesce
Seems I learned too late
People and places need context
Paradise is great
Fill it with strangers, it's meaningless
A cavalcade of revelry
But the place I want to be
Is just sitting sipping tea on your settee
Watching the sun go down
Catching fire across the clouds
Painting pink to make us think it's still around
Here in a house I don't own
A town we've almost outgrown
Our love layers up like a pearl around a stone
And as the current drags and tows
And as disconnection grows
You're a lighthouse in a sea of the unknown
And when the star went cold
Shrinking to the blackest hole
Well, the light that hit our eyes had not been told
You know, when fireworks fly
They're just scratches in the sky
And they cut the night to show us what's behind
It's true, when fireworks fly
They're just scratches in the sky
And they cut the night to show us what's behind