we laid on the back on a latesummernight 
when we ran out of words we could say 
like two stranded stars on a deepfrozen sky 
so gone but afraid not to stay 

we counted the stars any latesummernight 
and we watched their departure all day 
tomorrow we'll join we dreamt many times 
but tomorrow was so far away 

and the moon, and the stars,
 and the summernight sky 
that dirty old barn, and the grey in our eyes 
the harbour, the sea, and the rivers of plight 

and still we're so far away... 

and still we lay on the back 
another latesummernight 
so gone but afraid not to stay