Song Lyrics

To wake up in the morning
You find the way to cope
To try to lose the feelin'
Walkin’ on the mountain slope
When in the wake of the hikers
The smell of crushed herbs
In a clearing in the forest
Is a tree that looks like her
In a state of panic
In complete distress, oh
All the vegetation
Is a pattern on her dress

An angel descended
And asked me what was wrong
I said not to believe
Anything I said in my song
Don't try to deconstruct me
You'll never find a way
There is no contradiction
In anything I say
A contrapposto marble
At the bottom of the sea
Oh, I’ll never be as cool as that
But you're as warm as me

Dark glasses on the beach
Lookin' askance at history
Beneath this calm exterior I'm frantic
The wreck is out of reach
But I see it through my misery
Dancin' in the waves of the Atlantic

Sweet peas on the trellis
A deck chair on the lawn
An ibis flew above me
And I began to yawn
I could read no further
In my acute distress
The Sorrows of Young Werther
Couldn't interest me less
Carrying spring onions
You took me by surprise
I put my hand before my face
To shield my bleary eyes

Dark glasses on the beach
Lookin' askance at history
Beneath this calm exterior I'm frantic
The wreck is out of reach
But I see it through my misery
Dancin’ in the waves of the Atlantic

Dark glasses on the beach
Lookin’ askance at history
Beneath this calm exterior I'm frantic
The wreck is out of reach
But I see it through my misery
Dancin’ in the waves of the Atlantic

Matthew Field

The duration of Dark Glasses is 3:44 minutes and seconds.