Besedila: Silverstein. Transitions. Darling Harbour.

In the lighthouse by the sea, at the thirty third degree
You make me feel so special and free
But there's something in the air turning stutters into stairs
I look into your blue eyes and say

Darling
Don't throw it all away
Darling
I'm here to make you stay with me

In the sun I look so pale, northern skin so thin and frail
But I try to close my eyes, when everything starts fading
When I wake up from this dream shivering under cold sheets
Ten thousand mile away, I wish I was on King Street

Darling
Don't throw it all away
Darling
I'm here to make you stay with me

Newly risen how brightly you shine
Something seems to give inside my heart when you're nearby
All I've given to you is faking eyes
I don't understand, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it

On a park bench by the street, at the forty third degree
I'll sit and watch the snow fall and think
If these walls could tell the tale and excuse to no avail
Will you ever begin to forgive me again, to forgive me now?

Darling
Don't throw it all away
Darling
I'm here to make you stay with me
Stay with me

Darling
Don't throw it all away
I don't understand, I don't understand
I'm here to make you stay
I can't figure it out, I can't figure it