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 crawlThe lights went out

The lights went out

And darkness filled the house

On a tiring night under a Long Island skyI thought, I’d known the consequence

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Mess we’ve made of it

This mess we’ve made of itIn years to come, it might make sense

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Just what’s become of it

What’s become of itBut if you hear this

And you think you’re ready

Meet me in Montauk where

We’ll write out in the sandHere lies the destiny

Of two hurt souls afraid to be

Cured again

That could be our epitaphI thought, I’d known the consequence

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Mess we’ve made of it

This mess we’ve made of itIn years to come, it might make sense

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Just what’s become of it

What’s become of itI thought, I’d known the consequence

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Mess we’ve made of it

This mess we’ve made of itIn years to come, it might make sense

Sweetness, can you believe this?

What’s become of it

What’s become of itI knowI thought, I’d known the consequence

Sweetness, can you believe this?

Mess we’ve made of it

This mess we’ve made of itIn years to come, it might make sense

Sweetness, did you foresee this?

What’s become of it

What’s become