Silverstein - Darling Harbour

In the lighthouse by the sea, at the 33rd degree.
You make me feel so special and free.
But there's something in the air turning stutters into stairs.
I look into your blue eyes and say...

(Darling) Don't throw it all away.
(Darling) I'm here to make you stay with me.

In the sun I look so pale, northern skin so thin and frail.
But I try to close my eyes, when everything starts fading.
When I wake up from this dream shivering under cold sheets.
Ten thousand mile away, I wish I was on King street.

(Darling) Don't throw it all away.
(Darling) I'm here to make you stay with me.
Newly risen how brightly you shine.
Something seems to give inside my heart when you're nearby.
All I've given to you is faking eyes.
I don't understand, I can't figure it out. I can't figure it.

On a park bench by the street, at the 43rd degree.
I'll sit and watch the snow fall and think...

If these walls could tell the tale and excuse to no avail.
Will you ever begin to forgive me again, to forgive me now.

(Darling) Don't throw it all away.
(Darling) I'm here to make you stay with me.
Stay with me.