Letra de Montauk (Live)
It's getting cold Thought it was too soon to tell but it was terribly old and as the heartbeat slows to a heartless crawlThe lights went out The lights went out and darkness filled the house on tiring night under a Long Island skyI thought I'd known the consequence but sweetness, can you believe this? This mess we've made of it This mess we've made of itIn years to come it might make sense but sweetness, can you believe this? Just what's become of it? What's become of it?If you hear this and you think you're ready then meet me in Montauk where we'll write out in the sand Here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls afraid to be cured again That could be our epitaphI thought I'd known the consequence but sweetness, can you believe this? This mess we've made of it This mess we've made of it In years to come it might make sense but sweetness, can you believe this? Just what's become of it? What's become of it?I thought I'd known the consequence but sweetness, can you believe this? This mess we've made of it This mess we've made of it In years to come it might make sense but sweetness, can you believe this? Just what's become of it? What's become of it?I'd known, I thought I'd known the consequence but sweetness, can you believe this? This mess we've made of it This mess we've made of it In years to come it might make sense but sweetness, did you foresee this? Just what's become of it? What's become.