And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
(And I was nearly scared to death)
And I was nearly scared to death
(Why you left in paragraphs)
Why you left in paragraphs
(The words were nearly over us)
The words were nearly over us
You stop and turn and grab your bags
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's
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?
As hours move to minutes
And minutes take longer to break
So let me think of to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me
All that's left is just to sing
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's
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?
And you'll sing to me sweet until then
I may never sail Virginia again
Alas this current moves slow for me
this much you must know we'll meet again
C(hold)
Tell me once again that you
will love me till the death
And should I die, you swear
that you will come for me
As I fade away, you reach out your arms
(And please don't let me go)
And please don't let me go
(And please don't let me go)
And please don't let me go
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's
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?