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