A tide inside your heart. Keeps rising in the dark. Surrounds you like an ocean. And you can't keep from going under. . Somewhere in the deep. I find you half asleep.
Can you. Tell me what you won't say. It's all I ask. Who knows. There's a chance I may be angry. But it won't last. Oh, turn around so I can see your eyes, won't you.
If I could write a book like Hemingway. Paint a masterpiece or two. Maybe if I could man a rocketship. And fly to the moon. . Chorus. If I could write the perfect symphony.