I don't want to write it down for fear it might turn around on me,
telling a story of the past that I no longer see.
And you don't want to feel what I feel unless I'm seeing what you see.
In between and underneath lies the path that we must reach...
She blew a hole right through me...
You don't want to cause a scene that will disrupt the sea.
Why should you have to crawl when you're already on your knees?
I set you aside under the sun, unspoken dreams and I will breathe.
In my mind I fill you up, but I leave you undone...
She blew a hole right through me...
