作词 : Mick Coogan/Scott Dittrich
作曲 : Mick Coogan/Scott Dittrich
I got a thousand different endings
Running through my head
I got a ways to go til morning
And from the night that we first started
To all the tears that we since shed
Tried to stop the world from turning
We can drive right through to the horizon
See the sunset slipping away
We can take our time rather than save it
Hard to do but easy to say
Quiet type, a halfway saint
I’m kneeling...
Always try to drop your name
No reason...
Back then we were perfect patterns
Back then we would dance
Cut it short and dyed it blond
I like it...
Monterey in late September
We were hiding from that year
In the mist we had each other
I was closer than a brother
Closer than a dream
Running free until we wake up
We can drive right through to the horizon
See the sunset slipping away
We can take our time rather than save it
Hard to do but easy to say
Quiet type, a halfway saint
I’m kneeling...
Always try to drop your name
No reason...
Back then we were perfect patterns
Back then we would dance
Cut it short and dyed it blond
I like it...
That night you were a mirage
Up at the Beechwood house
We had a seance or two
And all the lights went out…
Quiet type, a halfway saint
I’m kneeling...
Always try to drop your name
No reason...
Back then we were perfect patterns
Back then we would dance
Cut it short and dyed it blond
I like it...
Back then we were perfect patterns
Back then we would dance...