your eyes were
red it might
have been
salt spray
it might
have been
the wind
I might
have believed
that
ocean
so far away
but so damn close
a lifetime
to get there
a leap
a moment to
leave
we could have jumped right then
I met you
on a bus
I wanted
to leave
my scars behind
you wanted
to follow
you said
you'd follow me
anywhere
we made plans
west
cliffs
ocean
sunshine
freedom
glory
death?
a story
they would
remember us
welcome to the end
you said
you'd follow me
anywhere...
anywhere
your eyes were
wet it might
have been
the wind it might
have been
love
remember that day?
we stood
my hand in
yours in
mine
we stood
oh
we stood forever
we could have
jumped
we could have jumped right then
we could have...
we didn't
welcome to the beginning
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