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Montauk (Acoustic) - Bayside

It's getting cold

Thought it was too soon to tell but it was

Terribly old and as the heartbeat slows

To a heartless crawl

The lights went out

The lights went out and darkness filled the house on

Tiring night under a long island sky

I thought I'd known the consequence

But sweetness

Can you believe this

This mess we've made of it

This mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

But sweetness

Can you believe this

Just what's become of it

What's become of it

If you hear this and you think you're ready

Then meet me in montauk where we'll write out in

The sand

That here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls afraid to

Be cured again

That could be our epitaph

I thought I'd known the consequence

But sweetness

Can you believe this

This mess we've made of it

This mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

But sweetness

Can you believe this

Just what's become of it

What's become of it

I thought I'd known the consequence

But sweetness

Can you believe this

This mess we've made of it

This mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

But sweetness

Did you believe this

Just what's become of us

What's become of us

I know

I thought I'd known the consequence

But sweetness

Can you believe this

This mess we've made of it

This mess we've made of it

In years to come it might make sense

But sweetness

Did you foresee this

Just what's become of us

What's become