It's the oceans
It's the smell of the wind
That keeps me here.
Burn the highways,
And feel the wait of the land
Come over you.
It's the hallways
It's the note on the door
It's the phone calls.
Don't expect them
To open their arms,
Look where I was before.
All I wanted was to see your tears,
To feel you with me here.
Now it's over and done,
As clear as I was questioning everything.
Pretty words they are
Pinned to my wall, protecting me.
Random street noise,
People's words come constantly.
What I wanted, I think I'll probably see,
It's just a pipe dream.
Without our hearts we are fearful and weak,
Doubtful and lonely.
All along I've been playing a part
Instead of building my own ??
There's a difference, when I'm holding your hand
Think I'm dreaming I'm flying.
It's your smile, it's the way that you talk,
That shows me -
You're an angel, that has slept in my bed
And nurtured me.
It's the nights, it's the hardest thing
To drift to sleep.