I can see the tunnel at the end of the light,
a pocket full of posies by my side.
Though I can't escape from the nightmare behind my eyes,
the ocean carries the weight of lost love out in the tide.
Birds fly above me drowning the world in song,
for years I carried him next to me even though he was gone.
Now that I'm out of the dark,
I can see the light.
That I'll never be over him no matter how hard I try.
A whisper "it was never about that",
as God walks by my side.
Others say to move on,
but where is my love for him supposed to hide.
I see those around me bitter,
settling for situations that aren't the best.
I'd prefer to run away now,
before I'm swallowed up again.
The birds fly home in pairs,
but I'd prefer to be alone.
It has to be magic for me,
I won't settle for just close.
I remember thinking the first night we met,
yesterday you were a stranger,
tonight you are my world.
And he was for seven years.
Though I chose to end it,
he showed me what it was to love.
And knowing I've only ever been with him,
means every second is a minute,
and every hour's infinite.
My ocean rolls over me
and I can feel my life once again,
it holds me like he used to.
In my dreams we're close 'till the end.
I can feel all the weight of the silent days to come.
My soul is more still than I can ever remember.
The world starts at one.
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| #Joy&B all those years, this image, us, so simple |
