| Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
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| Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
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| Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
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| Somebody silently reached for their hand
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| Said, understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
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| And besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm
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| So come down with me to the shore
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| And what’s more, I adore you
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| So tell me, what is there to fear?
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| You think some seraph up above
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| Is trying to rob us of our love
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| Because the sky’s not clear?
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| My dear, you know there’s not
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| Now listen to the rain upon the rooftop
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| But the wind picked up
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| Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean
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| Out where the waves make a grave of the sea
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| The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest
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| And water angrily crawled up onto the beach
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| Said, hold my hand and stay with me — we’ll be released
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| But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet
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| And though he tried to make the water line recede
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| It pulled her out into the sea
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| He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in
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| He watched her hand break through the surface once then disappear again
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| Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear, I hear you
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| You speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze
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| Someday not far away from here, my dear, I swear I’ll see you
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| And we will hear the seraphs cry
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| They will still envy you and I
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| How they envied you and I |