BPM 118-130, G minor, brooding nostalgic 80s Italo disco / Euro synthwave: Core instrumentation swaps in bright Roland Juno-106 leads with portamento, lush ARP Solina string machine pads with thick chorus, thumping octave Moog Source bass lines, crisp Oberheim DMX drum machine beats, glistening DX7 electric piano arpeggios, subtle talk box flourishes. Dramatic, tender yet longing clear male vocals, rising to yearning high notes, matching Modern Talking and Moroder’s emotive hook craft. Lyrics follow a late-summer Mediterranean ferry port narrative: narrator spots a faded 1980s photo booth strip tucked in a discarded rain jacket at the dock, recalling a whirlwind vacation romance that ended at boarding time, equal parts giddy dance-floor warmth and soft lingering regret, as neon ferry signs bleed reflections across black saltwater.
歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Cold wind on the harbor dock Tick-tock goes the station clock Found a jacket on the floor By the terminal double door Inside is a photo strip Four shots from a summer trip [Pre-Chorus] Neon lights of blue and green Shining on the dark marine I remember how you smiled When the summer nights went wild [Chorus] Oh, the ferry starts to leave Nothing left but to believe We were dancing in the heat To a slow Italian beat Now the water turns to black And you are never coming back [Post-Chorus] Under the neon sign Walking the harbor line Drinking the summer wine Wishing that you were mine [Verse] Salt spray in the midnight air Wind blowing through your hair Ticket clutched inside your hand Leaving this enchanted land Ferry horn began to blow Whispered that you had to go [Pre-Chorus] Neon shadows on the bay Wash the memories away But the picture in my hand Tells a story of the sand [Chorus] Oh, the ferry starts to leave Nothing left but to believe We were dancing in the heat To a slow Italian beat Now the water turns to black And you are never coming back [Bridge] Just a ghost of yesterday Floating on the waterway Did you keep your promise true? I am still in love with you [Chorus] Oh, the ferry starts to leave Nothing left but to believe We were dancing in the heat To a slow Italian beat Now the water turns to black And you are never coming back [Outro]
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