Was gonna hold your heart to my ear like a seashell
‘til I could hear the tides of every tear you’ve ever cried,
then build islands in the seas of your eyes
so you’d see there’s land to swim to.
Hold your hand and say, “Storms are born
from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines.
Sometimes it takes tempests to wake rainbows
that will wind our pain into halos.”
Was gonna carve your name into my wrist
so my pulse could kiss you.

Was gonna love you so well
I’d wake every morning
and tell you things like this,
“Bliss is the moments you’re with me.”
When you’re gone my life hurts like hell
but I’ll do anything to make you happy
even if it means setting you free
to be with someone else.