Everything Merges With The Night

Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening

Possibly years, I don't know.

Counting the passing hours

Everything merges with the night.

 

I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions

Different for everyone I see.

Since I just can't remember

Longer than last September.

 

Santiago, under the volcano,

Floats like a cushion on the sea.

Yet I can never sleep here

Everything ponders in the night.

 

Rosalie, we've been talking all summer

Picking the straw from our clothes.

See how the breeze has softened

Everything pauses in the night.

Songtext: Eno, Brian