(Verlaine) The last word is the lost word Why don't you say so I sleep light on these shores tonite I live light on these shores Elevation... don't go to my head Now you give me no trouble and you give me no help It is the clown that works so well I sleep light on these shores tonite. I live light on these shores. Elevation don't go to my head Our lips are sealed our breath is burning These cold wild seas have left us turning But I sleep light on these shores tonite I live light on these shores
