We're losing sight The day is shaking hands with The coming night Wringing out the western sky Of the last few drops of light
The clouds are thin A sky of violet and peach And the hottest wind Is blowing off the Chesapeake Only in the evening do these colors gather in
Such quantity They throw a tender lighting On the westward side Of every upright form we see Making symphonies of even the most common things
The tide is soft But the water too dark to trust Our words are hushed By cicadas buzzing in the high heat Bleeding off the fevered trees that we stood underneath Quietly
The strangers turn And wave from old brick porches As though they'd heard The heavy words said on the road When you said you just did not know anymore
And the car got small And our eyes stayed straight forward That was all That we had left because the whole day We were asking why, why, why Until our throats were dry Then we stepped out Aimless in the brilliant night And stared so deep in love With our livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
