These are days that begin to slide
down deep in the water.
Crashing waves in the salty skies,
lost in the wind.
But, I believe that a lonely night
is a reason for changing.
Darling, please don’t give into the
storm we’re in.
Counting up all the days gone by
drifting in circles.
Tying knots in the mooring lines
to batten us down.
‘Cause, I need you to believe in me
for a little bit longer.
It’s so hard to be alone and lost at sea.
Whoa
Sandy beaches and crystal nights
on our own desert island.
And would our troubles still be worth the fight
if we had no one else?
‘Cause, I need you to believe in me
for a little bit longer.
It’s not easy to be lost at sea and lonely.
And I believe that a lonely night
is a reason for changing.
So, oh darling please don’t give into the
storm we’re in.