Black and White evening coming back over the sea,Phosphorescence and vodka and dreaming of Tripoli, how many times have we done this trip? like our brothers and sisters and menagerie, and the seaweed starts to grow like roots from the sea, moonlight light, moonlight, moonlight and a little fire to burn off the dew and that perfume I gave you and that conversation about life and stuff, those little fish for supper and candle light and smugglers came ashore and no one saw or cared, then going on and on, a leaking boat and hills against the sunset and lots of, i love you's, yes that's what I mean, I love you's, but by the time it gets to you the moment has passed and the meaning is gone and trembling like tiny life .