If years could tell our stories.    Eyes so bright and air so cold.    All for this hidden glory.    With a story to unfold.    And if you could feel this weather.    All the seasons underneath.    Keeping voices altogether.    Taking roads we’ve never seen.    And this town will cease to exist.    But I will sleep a part of it tonight.    We’ve got to get this right.    And where the sea meets the sky.    I’ll meet you there with opened eyes.    To tell your love tonight.    There’s a world over there.    By the ships without a care.    Setting sails against the wind.    And welcoming the waters in.    And they say, “Oh! Oh! We’re going down!”    But no one hears a sound.    And “Oh! Oh! We’re going down again!”    And this town will cease to exist.    But I will sleep a part of it tonight.    Get It! Get it!   We’ve got to get this right.    And where the sea meets the sky.    I’ll meet you there with opened eyes.    To tell your love tonight.    Children keep your voices down.    We will follow sound.   Keep your voices down.   We will follow sound.   And this town will cease to exist.    But I will sleep a part of it tonight.    Get it! Get it!   We’ve got to get this right.