I want to put my hands in my pockets, like I always do And find notes from him saying "I love you." I want sitting on a park bench Knowing that the vast silences between us Mean more than empty words I want walking on the beach wrapped in one blanket And holding hands on strange busy streets
I want intellectual conversations at midnight And long love letters when we are apart I want sitting at a table and knowing love still leaks From the corners of my lips I heard you when you said "Well honey, that's a lot to ask for." But I want an ocean to drown in Puddles won't do anymore