You're like a moon that's full. Across a sea of foam. I'm the sky you've been burning. I don't think you even understand. I thought I held you by the hand. I thought I held you. I'm like a songwriter;. You're the reason I've run out. Run out of metaphors. I don't think you even understand. I thought I held you by the hand. I thought I held you. I thought I held you.