Summer in San Francisco,
Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool.
Out of fuel, at the Phoenix Motel.
I slept alone again that night,
And sweet dreams of Mother Ireland,
And Father Albion.
 
Sweet dream that [bad word] near,
I see my future clear,
And the threshold appears,
And I am carrying you over, 
Carrying you over.
 
 [bad word] near,
I see my future clear,
And the threshold appears,
And I am carrying you over, 
Carrying you over.
 
Into the hallway of our new home,
Chaos outside,
But I've got you back,
We've got our own paradise.
 
And we are private worlds away from,
Public eyes,
I say I love you more than my life,
 [bad [bad word] 
 
 [bad word] near,
I see my future clear,
And the threshold appears,
And I am carrying you over, 
Carrying you over.
 
And [bad word] near,
I see my future clear,
And the threshold appears,
And I am carrying you over, 
Carrying me over,
Into the best days of the rest of our lives.
 
Into the future 
Carrying you over, carrying you over
Into the future,
Carrying me over.