If it's too much to ask tonight,
I'll pen it in red, with love I will sign.
I'll call you the calm before the storm,
A sight for sore eyes, a heart that's been worn.
Was it the wake, the bend, the fold, the crashing
of tides and breaking the mold?
Follow the leader, it's past ten.
If I could see you,
I'd softly lift your chin.
I'll bare your weakeness, wear all regret, comfort
and hold you,
If you would only let this change.
If I were to shine a light so bright,
would you grace a smile and then trace the line?
Leading the way back to a heart.
A scrapbook collection where you've left your
mark.
A blueprint once saved for days with rain.
A casual method to let go of pain.
So here's to the step to make the most of sand and
surrender.
Waves breaking the shore.