Paroles
Meet me where heaven marries the ocean,
I know I won't ever be yours,
Therefore, neither, no one else,
But I think of us as birds.
Working outside our bodies,
Being smothered by the sides,
Through the melancholic air.
Meet me where heaven marries the ocean,
I know I won't ever be yours,
Therefore, neither, no one else,
But I think of us as birds.
Working outside our bodies,
Being smothered by the sides,
Through the melancholic air,
Through the melancholic air.
(Through the melancholic air)