We’re at the end of the line
With nowhere to go
Let’s walk on the beach
Let the sun set slow
We talk about the past
We are kids lost in time
Those silly dreams
Are just out of reach
We were so young
How are we to know
Take every picture
Burn it in your soul
Pleasure and the pain
Let the thunder roll
I took you down to Brighton
A night spent in bed
If I’d stuck to my dreams
Where would we be instead
Washing floors and cleaning windows
Never seeing the past go by
Sitting in our favourite chair
Until we’re ready to say goodbye
Hey, now, that’s the easy thing to do
Hey, now all I want is you
A word you say can make it true
There’s nothing left just your witch’s brew
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