It's a kiss sits upon on her lips that waits for planes and battle ships

She wants to be a dancer and he has got a picture

On his wall and it's a sailor in a new port every night

Yet man was born to trouble like sparks fly upwards innocent

 

Is this all we get to be absolute

 

Quiet but I'm sure there is something here

Tell me everything cause I want to hear

 

All we are and all we want

40 years come and gone

All we are in photographs

Will never be taken