Tekster: Silverstein. Darling Harbour.

In a lighthouse by the sea, at the 33rd degree,
you'll make me feel so special and free.
But there's something in the air, turning stutters into stares,
I'll look into your blue eyes and say:

Darling, don't throw it all away, I'm here to make you stay with me.

In this sun I look so pale, northern skin so thin and frail,
but I try to close my eyes, when everything starts fading.
When I wake up from this dream, shivering under cold sheets,
then thousand miles away, I'll wish I was on king street.

Darling, don't throw it all away, I'm here to make you stay with me.

Newly risen, how brightly you shine.
Something seems to give inside my heart when you're nearby.
All I've given to you is vacant eyes,
I don't understand, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it.

On a park bench by the street, at the 43rd degree,
I'll sit and watch the snowfall and think.
If these walls could tell the tale, an excuse to no avail,
would you ever begin to forgive me again, to forgive me now?