in the sunset Were boats against the current to the end Maybe were older Maybe were colder So we disregard solutions While we cling to our illusions once again
Twenty years with my brain in a book Tryin to find out who I am Endless nights and olympian dreams Of a race I never ran Someones callin my name Its
think I found what Im lookin for Well I got sidetracked somewhere Though I really cant recall just when I lost my inspiration And I couldnt get it back again
Lost in a dance Waiting for the chance All I really needed was to love you Night after night Searchin for the light You saved me You gave me something
hard That we thought it would never end Tryin to remember How it used to feel When a kiss was something special And I wonder now Will it ever be again
yesterday where love And dreams remain But disillusion clouds my eyes And the winter takes its toll For the spring has gone And will not come again I
Take it or leave it Wontcha take my love or set me free I need to know right now Wontcha save me from this misery (listen, you better) Take it or leave
I set to sea on a ship called emptiness Cast away on the island of loneliness Lookin for love Ooh, and I was lookin for love (you know) I didnt think
Feelings that we left in the past There's romance in the sunset We're boats against the current to the end Romance in the sunset We're boats against the current
the sunset Were boats against the current to the end Maybe were older Maybe were colder So we disregard solutions While we cling to our illusions once again
a gin, "When a woman learns to walk She's not dependent anymore A line front her letter May 24 And out on the bay The current is strong A boat can go
: I think that people come and fade away like waves crashing against the coastal boat We have to throw ourselves into the blue and pray that we can keep
from a gin When a woman learns to walk She's not dependent anymore A line front her letter May 24 And out on the bay The current is strong A boat can
for a ferryman strong enough to row against the tide, And the ferryman was old but he moved the boat so well, Or did the river move the boat? The traveller
politician It's two different things on different pages of the calendar I gauge the way I react on the age of my challengers I row my boat gently against the current
, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again
There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet The curlews carve their arabesques And sorrow
There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow