Текст Beirut – Port Of Call

And I
I called through the air that night
I couldn’t see your voice without light
I could only smile

And all in all
It’s been fine

And you
You had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me
I may drift awhile
Were it up to me
You’d know why

I
I called through the air that night
The fogs all were a warming sight
Was it infantile
That which we desire

Were it up to me
Pull the wool from your eyes

And I
I called through the air that night
My thoughts were still buried in time

We were closer then
I’d been alone sometime
Filled your glass with gin
Filled your heart with pride

And you
You had hope for me now

Be fair to me
I may drift awhile
If there’s a plan for me
Would it make you smile

No I don’t want to be there for no one
I’d stay here
No I don’t want to be there for no one
That’s over the sea
I don’t want to follow your light
On the sea
No I don’t want to be there for no one
That I can’t see