The Future
Summer in San Francisco
Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool
Out of fuel at the Phoenix Motel
I slept alone again that night
And sweet dreams of Mother Ireland
And Father Albion
Sweet dream that you'll come near
And I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over carrying you over
Into the hallway of our new home
Chaos outside
But I've got you back
We've got our own paradise
Now we are private worlds away from
Public eyes
I say I love you more than my life
Truth completely
You come near
I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over, carrying me over
Into the best days of the rest of our lives
