Oceans

He's got a habit

Of losing control of his sanity

Of changing the shape of reality

When she's gone

She's got a job

But not like the ones in the magazines

It's one where the people are really mean

If not scared

All the time

That you're gone she said

I'm shamelessly wasting away

Fill the dark

With your breath

And stay here (stay here)

She's got a penchant

The changing the shade of her indigo

The bleaching the place where the water flows

In time

He's got a feeling

Like the sun on the back of the movie screen

Like cards crashing down in the wettest dreams

Of her

All the time that you're gone he said

I shamelessly wish you were here

Fill the dark

With my breath

And I'd say...

That the waves that I feel from you now

Run deeper than I've ever known them

Some people sink when they drown

But we stand the distance of oceans

We stand the distance of oceans (X 5)

Of oceans