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...