Pure Bathing Culture - The Lovers

and now there's nothing left to lose
the dance is over, friends are gone
and no one's singing songs about the moon
the fade in the line, the shade in the puzzle
that starts to unwind
but there's no trouble trouble
the white water rushes rushes

when a lonely heart
crests to a shooting star
that's letting go of trouble
green then indigo
you're letting go of yourself in the eyes of others

and now there's nothing left to choose
past or present, black or gold
forest cold or summer dunes
the fade in the line, the shade in the puzzle
that starts to unwind
but there's no trouble trouble
the white water rushes rushes

enough then not enough
love let it open up
all will come back to you double
In the rising tide
In the blackest night
finding there is no struggle

in the eyes of a lover
when there's no trouble
when there's no other

when a lonely heart
crests to a shooting star
that's letting go of trouble
green then indigo
you're letting go of
yourself in the eyes of others
enough then not enough
love let it open up
all will come back to you double
in the rising tide
yeah in the blackest night
finding there is no struggle
that's letting go of trouble
you see yourself in the eyes of others
yeah it all will come back to you double

In the eyes of a lover
when there's no trouble
when there's no other

(See yourself in another)