Tears don't fall, they carry light They dance by the lake, they sing blues Trees surrounded younger years Combs as souvenirs Faces them other pines She carries all the hope in her hands To the city of the novelties Are facing her modesty
Lights go low Carry on
It took forever, Caroline Never seen a stranger like her Getting lost in the modern times Washed by the higher tides Her tears are golden, Caroline They dance by the lake without shoes Hands are reaching to the sky Swaying into the night
Lights go low Carry on
This is another side of our summer sun Everyone's undone of being young We're on the run... This is another side of our summer sun Everyone's undone of being young
