and ill be here by the ocean
just waiting for proof that theres 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?
You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet On the Ground, I’ll Be the Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds
A Lesson in Romantics