It’s a low tide, it’s cold outsideAs beautiful as love on the upside Midnight comes, the time just runsAnd hits me with the light of a thousand suns My suspect grin, audacious skin Won’t even tell you half the places that I beenAin’t about the fame, ain’t about the money
Baby’s gone down, to a west end discoWants to come around, not for my shadow Asks me to come down from my harboured heights Into the Seattle lights
The warm, fine, Italian wine Is toasted round like a wounded wind chime The glasses ring, the angels singMarionette dances on a piece of string She tastes so sweet, so completeBe careful where you walk around in bare feet
Off her back like that, it turns out she’s the harmony queen
I wanna come down, honey I miss youI wanna come around, that ain’t the issue Wanna throw the traces of those cold nights Into the Seattle lights
I’m dead at the seams, can’t hold it together I’ll carry your dreams, all through the nasty weatherAway from the faces of my insightsInto the Seattle lights
I see the girls and their fellas neath the silver moonThey’re all skating at the river by the big balloon You lean close and keep telling me you won’t then you do
Maybe I’ll go, and see out the distance Maybe I won’t, find any differenceI just gotta run from these dog fightsInto the Seattle lights
There ain’t no romance in this whatsoever While I try to slow dance for worse or for betterIf I could have thrown all the wrongs and rights Into the Seattle lights
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTD