It's getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell
but it was terribly old

and now the heartbeat slows
to a heartless crawl


The lights went out
The lights went out
and darkness filled the house on

a tiring night under a Long Island sky.

I thought I'd known the consequence,

sweetness,
can you believe this?
mess we've made of it

this mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

sweetness
can you believe this
Just what's become of it

What's become of it

but If you hear this and you think you're ready, meet me in

Montauk where
we'll write out in the sand
Here lies the destiny

of two hurt souls afraid to be
cured again
That could be our epitaph


i thought i'd know the consequence
sweetness

can you believe this
mess we've made of it
this mess we've made of it

in years to come it might make sense
sweetness
can you believe this

what's become of it
what's become of it


i thought i'd know the consequence
sweetness
can you beileve this

mess we've made of it
this mess we've made of it
in years to come it might make sense

sweetness
can you believe this
what's become of it

what's become of it
i know i know


i thought i'd known the consequence
sweetness
can you believe this

mess we've made of it
this mess we've made of it
in years to come it might make sense

sweetness
did you foresee this
what's become of it

what's become