Enough to fill an ocean full of sailors who were going to some undiscovered place
about a storm that's growing but we'd survive it knowing we'd keep each other safe
but we don't talk much anymore
enough to fill a million books with page after page of inspirational thought
where we could be the heroes
It's what we don't expect and what we choose to ignore but we don't talk much anymore
can these conversations go on before the inspiration is gone?
Even Atlantis sunk into the ocean floor but we don't talk much anymore
we would still be sitting here just chattering our bones
I'm sitting here in silence it is hard to talk alone...