Love used to feel like something I could hold Now it slips through my fingers when the nights get cold I sit by the window watching the rain on the glass Dreaming of water that doesn’t move so fast The ocean keeps calling but I’m stuck on the fourth floor Where the walls are too thin and the silence feels raw I light a small candle just to feel something warm Hoping the waves in my mind will carry me far from the storm Some nights I still whisper his name to the dark Even though I know he’s gone and left only a mark I hold on to hope like it’s all that I own And pray that one day the ocean will bring me back home
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