Ocean blue
What have I done to you
Cut so deep
Yet growing through and through

Drawn apart
New York and London
All I see now
Are distant [bad word] 
The roads I knew
Became a city
Then I wonder
Will you wait for me, oh

Though
I’m far away
I know I’ll stay, I know I’ll stay
Right there with you
And though
It might be too late
What would you say? What would you say?
What would you do?

I built a hive
Became one with the bees
But we fell like rain
Got lost into the sea
If I don’t know
The wind will carry me
So just hold tight

Over and over many setting suns
I [bad word]  I have waited for the rain [bad word] When through that mist I see the shape of you
And I know, and I know that I’m in love with you