Dinard

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

We 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.