Summer in San Francisco
Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool
Out of fuel, at the Phoenix Motel
I slept alone again that night
And sweet dreams of Mother Ireland
And Father Albion

Sweet dream that you'll come near
I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over, carrying you over

You come near
I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over, carrying you over

Into the hallway of our new home
Chaos outside
But I've got you back
We've got our own paradise

And we are private worlds away from
Public eyes
I say I love you more than my life
Truth completely

You come near
I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over, carrying you over.

You come near
I see my future clear
And the threshold appears
And I am carrying you over, carrying me over
Into the best days of the rest of our lives

Into the future
(Carrying you over, carrying you over)
Into the future
Carrying me over

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Writer(s): PATRICK WOLF