The Adriatic

I was looking over the top of all the walls you had put up for me
So sad that we are trapped in the mazes that while winding, we’ll never complete
The warm and shallow continent, it greeted me; I know that’s where your heart really starts
The last time I saw you was on a ship, its course set to make for the Adriatic Sea
I could feel it like the world was coming down
All my words were losing traction and their sound
I hope you listen as my phrasing comes unwound
I have a hopeless sense, I will never forget
I could feel it like the world was coming down
All my words were losing traction and their sound
I hope you listen as my phrasing comes unwound
I have a hopeless sense, I will never forget
I was never closer than I am now to knowing who you really are
Down the road, I felt the stitches in your clothes, wool never felt so clean
The cold night, the passing of carlights
The drive for adventure and healing
The question mark scribbled in hasty marks
Your motives reviewed by the Adriatic
(Oh, oh, oh, whoa)
I could feel it like the world was coming down
All my words were losing traction and their sound
I hope you listen as my phrasing comes unwound
I have a hopeless sense, I will never forget
I could feel it like the world was coming down
All my words were losing traction and their sound
I hope you listen as my phrasing comes unwound
I have a hopeless sense, I will never forget
I could feel it like the world was coming down
All my words were losing traction and their sound
I hope you listen as my phrasing comes unwound
I have a hopeless sense, I will never forget