Our shoes trace the edge of the wooden pier (humm)
Keeping a distance that we make too clear
You watch the tide, I
watch your hand
Two silent shadows on the silver sand
And the water reflects what we try to hide
Stretched out wide on the rising tide
Every word we save,
every step we take Is another promise we're about to break
Now the tide pulls close,
and the air turns cold
We talk of the weather but our hands want to hold
And the water reflects what we try to hide
Stretched out wide on the rising tide Every word we save,
every step we take Is another promise we're about to break
(about to break)
We walk the line but we both look down While the stars
betray us to the sleeping town (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Just a little promenade
Before our shadows fade