You're on the distant shore
You're on the distant shore
Oceans never listen to us anyway
Oceans never listen to us anyway
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name, before I sink
He says your name out loud
In miniature rooms where no one's found
It's a desperate sound
You're on the distant shore
He stamps his feet down
Do you hear his knuckles on your door?
He wants to send you drawings
Drawings of men with faithful hands
They will make such good boyfriends
He wants to tell you stories
Stories of boys who stomped their feet saying,
“Shut – shut up I am dreaming of places
Where lovers have wings”
“I'll meet you where the river forks
When everyone else is dead
You'll be safe on the water
We'll be much younger than we remember
You're on the distant shore
I stamp my feet down—down
Do you hear knuckles on your door?
Do you understand what I'm pining for?
Oceans never listen to us anyway
Oceans never listen to us anyway
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name, before I sink
Oceans never listen to us anyway
I'm afraid of the water
I'm afraid of the sky
I'm tired of waiting
Oceans never listen to us anyway
Oceans never listen to us anyway
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name, before I sink
Oceans never listen to us anyway
So… don't make a sound
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Don't make a sound