Bayside - Montauk lyrics

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 it

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