Freeze.
Capture the moment here,
The sea, looks exactly like your fear.

We walk with our feet buried in the sand, and our hopes, become things that take off, but never land.
With our fingers, together we point out simple relations, and with paper and a paintbrush, we begin to craft simple expectations.
Our love can hardly fly,

When we were begging it to soar,
If the wind will not serve,
Lets take to the oar.


If the wind won't serve, we'll take to the oar,
We'll never give up; we'll never give up.

We'll never live up to our own expectations.

No more fear anymore,

My dear we are scarred but far from death.
And think about wars; think about what's left.
Now turn left.

And watch as the sunset falls behind city towers,
Watch slip away; what was once ours.
Let's become something we've always dreamed of being,

Let's show our love, because believing, is seeing.
Let's keep everything perfect, we're living in this moment.
I want to say so much but my words fail to exit; so I went ahead and wrote them down here. Prepare.

Move your hair back behind you ear.
I'll grab your hand and remove your fear,
Relax.

Everything's going to be alright.
And I know we will never measure up to what we wrote on lined paper or what you painted in your pictures,
I know we'll never be able to make love become our fiction. I pray for us,

And I pray for my grips, I pray for my heart, that the end will be exactly like the start.

If the wind won't serve, we'll take to the oar.

We'll never give up; We'll never give up.
We'll never live up to our own expectations.


And I told you that night, that we were alone, but we could carry each other on. And I told you that I, would never give up.
So carry me and I'll carry you


No more fear anymore,
My dear we are scarred but so far from death.