Nineteen Forty-five
Living On The Waves
you don't know anything but you'll think of me as eyelids
and you've shut off the world but they're stinging as you do
you can't write and I can't speak but I'll be writing you an ocean
of the words I can't say and you'll be living on the waves
everything that you know is something I must have told you
on a weekend or date when I thought I'd never see again
you can't write and I can't speak but I'll be writing you an ocean
of the words I can't say and you'll be living on the waves...
From Letras Mania