If we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light
Or slipping into our cold bed
Under pin-prick light
The wind on the boat's deck
Can we go soon? Girl slow down
And that's the best one on this clear night
Just sit still, we've moved enough
If we leave now we can catch the last boat out
That I've never danced with anyone
The wind on the boat's deck
Is a cold hand on the neck
Girl slow down with me
It's been so long that it seems
Drink a bottle of red wine, forgetting to tell time
Is a cold hand on the neck
She moves so, she moves so well