I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I read this on the cover of a magazine
that my boss had asked me to throw out.
Over night it had been rained on,
the pages melting into each other.

I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I felt this as I leveled with the horizon,
the shore rubbing on me like your kisses
under the moon.

I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I told you this through a drunken voicemail
half slurring, half purring about a love overflowing.
My heart is a cup leaking devotions that dry spells the ocean.

I listen to the ocean and all I hear is you.