You're like a moon that's full,

Across a sea of foam

I'm the sky you've been burning



I don't think you even understand

I thought I held you by the hand

I thought I held you



I'm like a songwriter;

You're the reason I've run out,

Run out of metaphors



I don't think you even understand

I thought I held you by the hand

I thought I held you

I thought I held you