Pachuca Sunrise

Midnight on a beach on the Mediterranean and I miss you, even here taking it all in. The sand, silvered, carries the moon on it`s shoulders. Is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you? Don`t cry, I`ll bring this home to you If I can make this night light enough to move. Cargo ships move by tracing on the horizon line. There`s a luster from the city lights on the waves that kiss our feet and we`re thinking of going in, the time`s getting thin. This is a city for not sleeping and the clocks are set by feel. At this moment from where I sit, none of it seems real.