From the harbour hill to where the crescent curls,   the black water swell, the turning of the world.   Strung lights and drunken sounds   glimmer at the edges of your town.      We were hiding for so long   with everyone else all trying to hold on   but that time has gone now -   it’s you and me against the…      (It’s a) bleak light to figure in,   our hands thrown up against the wind   like mottled masts and lightning bolts,   we’ll call up storms to take us far from home.      We’ve been running for so long   from jaded hearts and broken love   all waiting for the ground to open up,   well it’s you and me against the…      They’re down on us again, trying to keep us apart   but we’ll refuse to give in for this is it;   something we can win - this time.      And they’re frozen in this light while they’re marking time   for their fears shape them all until they’re rooted to the ground.      We’ve been trying for so long   just to be ourselves, to be left alone,   well if everyone is getting slow   then it’s you and me against the world.