The sun is shining on Coney Island
And I'm just here, thinking.
And you're just gone.
And the world is falling.
Coney Island is standing still.
The sand is driving us crazy.
Sand everywhere, in our faded memories and our broken dreams.
Sand on my lips, where you kissed me so long ago when it didn't matter, what the world thought of us.
Boys and girls, and everything in-between.
Behaving like never-growing kids,
The lost children of Neverland.
And we were there, together,
Carving our twisted tales on the beach,
With the blood of the stars and the screams of the waves,
Losing ourselves in a world of decaying colours
And the saccharine remnants of childhood.
We thought that it would never end,
That the story will continue to unfold itself forever
Under the blushing sky of summer
And the sweet caress of the wind.
We didn't see the storm coming,
The blue turning to grey.
We were kings and queens for a day, at the top of the Great Wheel.
We were kings and queens for a day, throwing away our crowns and laughing as if tomorrow would happen in the early morning.
But it never did.
The sun set up and disappeared.
I woke up by myself on the shore.
You were already far, far away.
Already blue from the cold of that day.
Not a child anymore,
Not even a king or a queen,
Just some ghostly figure fading away,
Not coming back at the end of the day.
And the sand is driving us crazy.
Sand crashing against your stiff body.
And the tears won't stop rolling down our icy cheeks.
And I'm just here, drowning
In the sea of memories you tattooed on my skin.
Where are you now, away from Coney Island and our throne?
Why are you away from Coney Island and our throne?
I could have said something to make you stay.
But you were already blue, from the cold of that day.
And it didn't matter, that the sun was shining.
And it didn't matter, that we were kings and queens.
Because you threw your crown so far away,
And I never brought it back to you, asking you to stay.
Your grave gets all sandy in the afternoon,
And the sun is shining
On Coney Island, like it used to
But it's not the same anymore, because I'm just here, thinking
About the way you left me
That day, on Coney Island,