If longing was the ocean, I'd say it took the best man's ship Well before he could abandon it I've prayed for this so long, that the part of me that's dark could just be forgotten Maybe forgiven How could I have all but missed you? I think I just missed you In my best dreams, you're still with me When I'm talking, are you listening? (Wither what my hands have made, when all this is done, I'll pray Wither what my hands have made, when all this is done, I'll be yours) They say that passion is a fire with flames that burn on and on Remember where you came from If I told you I was sorry, you would have no reason to believe So, just deceive me And we'll say this never, we'll pretend it never happened We'll say it never happened at all In my best dreams, you're still with me When I'm talking, are you listening? (Wither what my hands have made, when all this is done, I'll pray Wither what my hands have made, when all this is done, I'll be yours) I always check the paper to see if anyone my age has died I'm never disappointed Like the second time I watched Where the Red Fern Grows I already know Loose lips tend to sink ships But this was all pretense! It swells our plight It explains why you would never sing for me You would never sink for me Loose lips Pretense