Tears in the air,
tears in the sand,
sun drops falling from a clear blue cloud.
Our families went,
with their windbreaks and their tents,
two color brands lying brotherly on the ground.
Hospital,
let me in,
isolation is all you're within.
Rise up,
finish that never comes,
I still see you when I close my eyes.
I want a license,
wasting time in the sun and lay me down on a sea of melting ice.
I spill,
let me in,
isolation is all you're within.
The ocean is my home,
I hear the sunken ships still drum.
But I'll never return again,
to the phone is part
of me.
If I should ever be unkind,
it was not meant,
not
meant to be.
Rise up,
finish that never comes,
I still see you when I close my eyes.
I want a license,
wasting time in the sun and lay me down on a sea of melting ice.
I spill,
let me in,
isolation is all you're within.
The
ocean is my home,
I hear the sunken ships still drum.
But I'll never
return again,
to the phone is part of me.
So if I should ever be unkind,
it was not meant to be me.
Not meant to be me.
And if you're not willing to understand,
you can
always remember me.
And if you
remember me as unkind,
it was
not meant,
not meant to be me.
Not meant to be me.