I turned my back
And the road was black
And the tigers sank into the sand
As the coastline broke
I reached for a smoke
Only to find your note in my hand
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
You left your mark on me
With an eye for style
Only time to waste
We learned how to hunt on the wing
We swam with the tide
The wind on our side
Taking whatever the current would bring
With our bridges burned
And our lines just learned
Only to lose track of them both
Its like no one knows
When and where it goes
But the nomads who travel the coast
With the broken beach
Each new day will reach
Deeper into the well
So I look again
Not where or when
But who has shaken the spell
