It was a cold November evening and I should have worn a coat I shivered waiting for the ferry boat to carry me to youCould see you dancing in the harbour lights; your hair an orange flame You'd turn away, swing on a crane Always quite the same
The same! The same! It's always quite the sameRewind! Re-live it all again and again
You'd tiptoe halfway across a rooftop, drop head-first in the river You'd stretch out for a helping hand and once again I'd stand therenot close enough to touch, but I heard you call my name as you diedAnd the ferry boat? It never did arrive