Open Water
She stands still at the salty shoreline
Water covers her feet
Silently sinking into the sand
Trying to understand
Anchored in she's feeling safe right now
Waves crash some distance down
But she falls in love with the idea
She should relieve her fears
Take a step into the shallow end
Because you need to feel it again
Water runs up the legs to the waist
It's warmer than she guessed
An unexpected drop in the sand
Leaves her gasping for breath
But you'll swim out of the shallow end
And into the open water now
I didn't say but it's a rescue
Because you need to help me swim too
Help me swim, help me swim.
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The Butterfly Pulse
I always fall in love with a springtime sky
Gives us an excuse to warm our hearts outside
Sometimes we'd just lie on grass
Forget our troubles, but keep our pasts
And now we map our way to the old beach house
Where as children you and I would spend our time
Feet in sand and cool sea breeze
Forget what we want, but keep our needs
Inside the house are those shaky narrow stairs
It's more a truth than any dare
And still we fall in love with an open door
Gives us hope that there's a room for more
And now we start to feel the butterfly pulse
Makes us aware of our love and nothing else
With our hearts we understand
Forget our troubles, but keep our pasts.
