Cars they were passing
Waves they were crashing
On the shore
Fingers were burning the
Pages they're turning
And I want more

Here I ran from the west
Unto ruins where the sun dances with death

Arcadia, arcadia
Now she holds me tight like I held you
Arcadia, arcadia
Hour after hour golden blue
To be had

Arcadia, arcadia
Now I know that time forgets us too
Arcadia, arcadia
Hour after hour golden blue