Don't speak. Words come out your eyes. You're wet with this nightmare. Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast, Your slender fingers closing into fists. Trace your bruise Like a guilty streak. Hold the pain. You're a connoisseur. You think you have no other gift to give, But we have so much left to live. We don't need a lot of money. We'll be sleeping on the beach, Keeping oceans within reach. (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) I will stumble there with you And you'll be laughing close with me, Trying not to make a scene Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean Is we're gonna be alright. Yeah, we're gonna be alright. You can close your eyes tonight, 'Cause we're gonna be alright. So come on now, I can almost see That place On a distant shore. And courage is a weapon we must use To find some life you can't refuse. We don't need a lot of money. We'll be sleeping on the beach, Keeping oceans within reach. (Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) I will stumble there with you And you'll be laughing close with me, Trying not to make a scene Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean Is we're gonna be alright. Yeah, we're gonna be alright. You can close your eyes tonight, 'Cause we're gonna be alright. All that I can see is your eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes.