Hands, roam over curves like wind over waves,
I stand in the water shallow,
up to my knees, up to my chest,
breathing inches from the water

and darling I can't swim in this ocean,
so I hope you can
grab onto my hand and we'll float on our backs
breathing inches from the water

the shore keeps ebbing away
but that's okay so long as I can
hold you hand in mine
and look into your eyes
and stay an inch above this water

and so the ocean drains
feet sink into sand
darling lets start walking
miles above the water,
breathing