Well I’m moving after midnight Down boulevards of broken cars. Don’t know what I’d do without her, Without this love that we call ours. Beyond here lies nothin’… Nothing but the moon and stars. Down every street there’s a window, And every window’s made of glass. We’ll keep on lovin’ pretty baby, For as long as love will last. Beyond here lies nothin’… But the mountains of the past. x2 Well my ship is in harbor, And the sails are spread. Listen to me, pretty baby: Lay your hand upon (guitartabs.cc)
