We could have sailed on in this fragile little boat but we hit the rocks time and time again
Until a patchwork hull became all that was between us and the end.
Our lungs would fill to the brim with the ocean, we would lie leagues below the surface
I am adrift in your seas, I do not deserve this.

When the skyline got dark, I could have taken us safe to shore
We would shelter together, out of the weather, hidden from the passing storm
But the stars tell stories, and they have written that I shall sleep alone tonight
And that you shall rest your head on pillows that are not mine, living another life.