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If you insist on pictures of shorelines |
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Then I insist on pages of your lines meant for me |
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To be sent to me |
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Remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand |
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Remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips |
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When I touched your lips |
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And I recall how you sat on the same side of me |
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It always seemed that you'd always be on my side |
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You're my best side |
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And it's early |
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June, so the sand's still dry |
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And you have got the boldest eyes |
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And I can't help but think it's right |
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That inside you it's me |
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I'll findAnd |
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I can't help but think it's right |
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That inside you it's me |
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I'll findAnd |
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I'm still waiting |
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And I'm still waiting |
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And it's early |
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June, so the sand's still dry |
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And the storm off shore is not far behind |
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And I'm still waiting |
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And I'm still waiting |
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And sometimes you don't say a thing for a long while |
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And the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make |
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And sometimes we are held at bay by these miles |
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But less of you is more than |
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I can take |
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And the moments that we've shared could last a lifetime |
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And the faith |
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I have in us will keep you near |
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With several of these miles placed in between us |
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Mean several of these words being sent by mail |
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I hope this letter finds you well |
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I hope this letter finds you well |
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And sometimes you don't say a thing for a long while |
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And the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make |
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And sometimes we are held at bay by these miles |
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But less of you is more than |
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I can take |
