The Way It Goes

Sunlight almost seems to cling to you
Just like the eyes of every face you light upon.
Nonchalant, walking in cotton waves
With just a glance you take the chair across from me
(Fade. Cut to...)
Table on a quiet street, with just a local Beaujolais
You say it's not your favourite but we're drinking it anyway,
The night is moon and starlight,
Your lips are soft, and your body warm
...Celebrate the dawn.

Days that blend into a moment
Just as a moment can pass into eternity
And yet we know tides rise then fall again
I take your hand, your eyes smile from far away
(Suns set...)
You're fading into sepia, how could I ask you not to go?
The Rhone's always a river, you can't ask it not to flow.
And it's the fault of no-one,
You can laugh or cry, but everybody knows
That's the way it goes...

Table on a quiet street, une bouteille du Beaujolais
It never was my favourite but I'm drinking it anyway
The night is moon and starlight,
The music soft and the breeze is warm
...celebrate the dawn, celebrate the dawn.
Celebrate the dawn.