The ocean drowned the sun and left the sky a sick black.

I knew I should have tried to save you.
But you were my lighthouse,my sea map
And as my name fell from the tip of your tongue
Your fingers were slipping and the anchor was gripping
As salt water flooded my lungs.

Dear, I am washed out and tired
The tide, it pulls, it makes you a liar
The water is churning and my eyes are burning,
You and I escape to the shoreline.

You were the captain that never could believe
That I was swept out and longed for the sea
And I was too young while naive to think
That you were the vessel who was too proud to ever sink.