You're like a moon that's full,
Across a sea of foam I'm the sky you've been burning
I thought I held you
I thought I held you by the hand
I don't think you even understand
I'm like a songwriter, Run out of metaphors I don't think you even understand
You're the reason I've run out,
I thought I held youI thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you.
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