And I hope my voice reaches you tonight

as the moon fades into the water. 

And as the waves drape across your knees

I hope that your thinking of (or at least trying to)



How warm it could be if I were there.



So when you hear the screaming from the hills above,

just realize I am not that far away (maybe I am too close).

And I've got my eyes locked on your heart 

and I'll capture you anyway I can.



Now I hear the steps above us

and I'm glad your mouth's stuffed with cotton. 

It's way to stop the bleeding, (1 of 3 ways)

but it only makes the pain last longer. 



But, “Hey I'll make you love me, 

or I'll die trying”.

I'm trying anyway I can.