Crescent Hill Lyrics

Walk to the reservoir

It's getting dark

Stare at our reflections

And you remark

We're getting older

But I don't care

I just want all of your time

I need to breathe your air

And when your mind has ventured on to parts unknown

I'll still be here holding your hand I won't let go

Elizabeth

Limned by the light

Of humming street lamps

Haloed and bright

Midnight in Crescent Hill

It's getting late

You take my jacket

But I'd take your place

And when your mind has ventured on to parts unknown

I'll still be here holding your hand I won't let go