I thought you'd be the ocean
When I'm a satellite in space
Capturing the motion
Of every thought that would cross your face.
I thought you were my octave,
Cover me when I was high.
And when the floorboards caved in
You'd make me sure that I could fly.
Hey…
I thought I had an option
To retreat when we fell too deep.
I thought you'd see me walking
Long before you saw me weep.
I thought you were my octave,
Cover me when I was high.
And when the floorboards caved in
You'd make me sure that I could fly.
Hey…
I thought I had you by a hook in the lip
But I never found a way to hold onto it.

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