Standard (EADGBE)
Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening
Possibly years I don't know
Counting the passing hours, everything merges with the night
I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions
Different for everyone I see
Since I just can't remember, longer than last September
Santiago, under the volcano
Floats like a cushion on the sea
Yet I can never sleep here, everything ponders in the night
Solo
Rosalie, we've been talking all summer
Picking the straw from our clothes