Atlantic

I'm stranded,
Somewhere across the Atlantic,
Floating across the sea,
Hoping you're thinking of me,

I'm sinking,
To the bottom of the ocean,
The pressure is starting to build,
My lungs are starting to fill,
With water,
The air I've got left inside,
Is not enough to fight.

Because it's pulling me under,
Woa-oh, And I wonder, Oh,
If the motion of the ocean blue,
Will keep me away from you,
And it's staring to pull me under now,
And I'm starting to wonder how,
I'll ever get back to you,
Will the waves of this deep blue sea,
Be the death of me.

And this is going to hurt you more,
Then you've ever hurt before,
More then words can say,
What melodies explain.

'Cause it's deep down,
The waters of your past,
Underneath the surface there's a tension,
And it builds with every breath,
And the air I've got left inside,
Is not enough to fight.

Because it's pulling me under,
Woa-oh, And I wonder, Oh,
If the motion of the ocean blue,
Will keep me away from you,
And it's staring to pull me under now,
And I'm starting to wonder how,
I'll ever get back to you,
Will the waves of this deep blue sea,
Be the death of me.

I'm flying,
High across an Island,
High across the Ocean,
And I can see for miles down below,
The only thing I'm thinking,
Is if your heart has something left inside,
Maybe I'll get washed up in the tide,

Because I'm stranded somewhere across the Atlantic,
Trying not to panic,
'Cause you're the only thing that keeps me hanging on somehow,
You're the only reason I keep breathing out.

Because it's pulling me under,
Woa-oh, And I wonder, Oh,
If the motion of the ocean blue,
Will keep me away from you,
And it's staring to pull me under now,
And I'm starting to wonder how,
I'll ever get back to you,
Will the waves of this deep blue sea,
Be the death of me.

And it's staring to pull me under now,
And I'm starting to wonder how,
I'll ever get back to you,
Will the waves of this deep blue sea,
Be the death of me.