A Modern Tale

A Modern Tale

Music by Steve Katz ; Lyrics by Harry Sauer

Two lovers on a splintery bench, The leaves around them are a bed

They're drowning in each other's eyes, Their looks tend to go adrift



A boat without a captain, a ship without a helm

No need for any words, the sighs will do the work



I feel you , I see me, in a trance

Things must be, bitterly natural





I wake up immediately

Salty pearls rolling down my cheeks

I don't remember you spontaneously

But I still feel your fingers in my hair

Tracks carved in my heart

The glimpse of your face disappears



On the run, on the road, to your sun

On the run, on the road , to your sun





Your hand on my shoulder in the sand

The last trace of our modern tale

I guess we've been split up by time

Unrelenting cancer between us



In a night we were freed from our plight

In a night we were freed from our plight

But I can't let sorrow win the case

I've got so much left to give to forsake



It was somewhere in July

I don't remember the exact day

The day I met the sweet touch of your hand

And the tattoo of your lips

I shouldn't lean on the past

I hope you will not



On the run, on the road, to my sun

On the run, on the road, to my sun

But I can't let sorrow win the case

I've got so much left to give to forsake



On the run, on the road, to your sun

On the run, on the road, to your sun