Since I just can't remember
Rosalie
I stand on the beach
Everything ponders in the night
Under the volcano
Longer than last September
Counting the passing hours
Yet I can never sleep here
Giving out descriptions
We've been talking all summer
Floats like a cushion on the sea
Santiago
See how the breeze has softened
Picking the straw from our clothes
Different for everyone I see
Everything merges with the night
Possibly years I don't know