her tears are golden, Caroline
a dance by the lake letting loose
trees surrounded younger years
cones as her souvenirs

fate is just another plan
she carries all the hope in her hands
to the city where the novelties
are facing her modesty

lights go low, low
carry on, on
carry on, carry on

until forever, Caroline,
never seen a stranger like her
getting lost in the modern times
washed by the higher tides

her tears are golden, Caroline
a dance by the lake without shoes
hands are reaching to the sky
swaying into the night

lights go low, low
carry on, on
carry on, carry on

this is another side of our summer sun
everyone's undone of being young
we're on [bad word] 
lights go low, low
carry on, on
carry on, carry on