And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud

I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
(Cause I was nearly scared to death)

And I was nearly scared to death
(Why you left in paragraphs)
Why you left in paragraphs

(The words were nearly over as)
The words were nearly over as
You stop and turn and grab your bags


And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams

All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours

Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?


As hours move to minutes
And minutes take longer to break

I will be desperately awaiting
When my tongue won't fall apart
And we've been sitting here for hours

All alone and in the dark

So let me think of how to word it

Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me

All that's left is just to sing

And I'll be here by the ocean

Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea

I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

And you'll sing to me sweet until then

I may never sail Virginia again
And as this current moves slow for me
This much you must know; we'll meet again

And I will have you know I'm scared to death

Tell me once again

That you'll love me to the death
And should I die, you swear that you will come for me
As I fade away, you reach out your arms

(And please don't let me go)
And please don't let me go
(And please don't let me go)

And please don't let me go

And I'll be here by the ocean

Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea

I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?