Bluer waters call my name
Her trust was never quite the same
They’re closing down the island you said
It’s no surprise, the area’s dead
I confess I am a mess behind these eyes
Faces in photographs I don’t recognize
Can this be love after all I’ve been through?
Foolish as my questions may seem
Try to answer honestly
Do you feel we’ve grown at all,
Or have our branches grown too tall?
No lesson learned yet twice the burn is all I have to show
Longing to disappear and drown our souls
Can this be love after all I’ve been through?
Dreaming of a brighter side
Battling a sleepless night
Through this window I can see
How a life’s supposed to be
I confess I am a mess behind these eyes
Faces in photographs I don’t recognize
Can this be love after all I’ve been through?