Claps and whistles, guns and thistles, roses and houses for two

Be my James Dean for a day, darling
We'll live off two cent kisses and farthings,
I'll be your dreamer, to guide like a star
at the end of your journey, from long and afar
I'm the life you've captured, in victory marching.

Oh, if you bring me roses

I'll sing you proses

Underneath windows for two

And when it is cold out, we'll clean all the mould out

Of places we've long since been to

Well, I'm just a time waster, a past memory chaser,
Looking for holes in your gaze
And where you, the wind goes
My heart will thus follow,
Dancing 'til we're lost in a haze

And though the storms may cry fury
Declaring themselves to be judge and the jury
And the snows may weep bitter and jade
I'll be your sunshine, your moonlight, your night-time
I'll hold the colours that won't fade

I'll put the spark back into your eyes
And you'll break the veil of secrets and lies
Oh, I am the rivers,
I am the mountains
I am the downpour, the wet and the dry

Oh, darling when the night falls

And forgotten are life's flaws

Gone is the aching

The moans and the breaking

I'll find all my life is in you