You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds

And honestly I have been begging for answers

That you and only you can give to me

My 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

(By what you left in paragraphs)

By what 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 wave 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 says, "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

I will be desperately awaiting

When my tongue won't fall apart

And we've been sitting here for hours

All alone and in the dark

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

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 wave 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 says, "Son, that's the question"

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one (but me?)

And if you sing to me sweet until then

I may never sail Virginia again

And as this current moves slow for me

This much you must know we'll meet again

And I'll have you know I'm scared to death

Tell me once again

That you will love me to the death

And should I die, you swear that you will come for me

As I fade away, you reach out your hand

(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 wave 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 says, "Son, that's the question"

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?