Dinard Songtext

von Iwan Rheon

Crashing waves, hands on my arms
Grip sufficiently,
This is love here this weekend
Not something to be
And the thousands of faces
Look down to the sea.
For the laughter, like children
Je ta aime, if you please
If the fires in the town
Burn revolutionary
And the hours fly by
Because we're just happy.
Then let the scent in the sky
Not go and censor these sparks,
This is love on the highway
Not fear in the dark
Before we lie in our bed,
To ponder what we should have said,
To call up our demons for tests
Can we love
What's in-between
Oh, those flags are insane
But their faces are sweet
And the fire in the corner
Can feel my heart beat.
Oh, fleeting candlelit hour,
There's no need to hide
Why would bliss make us blush
When it keeps us alive
Can we sit, sipping whiskey
And slip, slip away
To the garden of Eden
And filling ashtrays.
We are warmth from the core
We are sparks in the sky
This is love on the highway
Not fear or denial
Before we lie in our beds
To ponder what we should have said
To call up our demons for tests
Can we love
What's in-between
Now the weather has changed
From hot embers to sleet,
When the daylight arrives
W are swept off our feet.
In a prodigal hour
Conspire out retreat
To the rivers we forged
And the castles we breached
Give me fire and illusion
And don't let me sleep
Give me taunting out trouble
And teasing belief.
I want everyone in here
To see what I see;
This is love on the highway
Not fear!
Not fear!
Not fear!
Now we can lie in ours beds.