40 Watt Sun Astoria
The colours of the past were dripping
Uncovering who we are
The nights that I was cased in the arms of Astoria
And standing on the Fulton riverside
All of my life seemed to me like the lights out on the water;
Lonely notes of clarity
But didn't they shine?
With the last tide, I will be there
And in the half-light, my eyes will see then
Nothing in this world was far enough
That mattered to me at all;
But then, I was blinded by the lights of Astoria
And didn't they shine?
Didn't they shine?
