You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds

And honestly I have been begging for answers
 That you and only you can give to me
 My voice crying loud
 I've been crying for days now
 And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
 (And I was nearly scared to death)
 And I was nearly scared to death
 (By what you left in paragraphs)
 By what you left in paragraphs
 (The words were nearly over us)
 The words were nearly over us
 You stop and turn and grab your bags
 And I'll be here by the ocean
 Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
 All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
 And every wave drags me to sea
 I could stand here for hours
 Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
 With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question"
 Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
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 As hours move to minutes
 And minutes take longer to break
 I will be desperately awaiting
 When my tongue won't fall apart
 And we've been sitting here for hours
 All alone and in the dark
 So let me think of to word it
 Is it too soon to say "perfect"?
 If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
 I'm sure everything would find me
 All that's left is just to sing
 I'll be here by the ocean
 Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
 All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
 And every wave drags me to sea
 I could stand here for hours
 Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
 With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question"
 Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one (but me?)
 And if you sing to me sweet until then
 I may never sail Virginia again
 And as this current moves slow for me
 This much you must know we'll meet again
 And I'll have you know I'm scared to death
 Tell me once again
 That you will love me to the death
 And should I die, you swear that you will come for me
 As I fade away, you reach out your hand
 (And please don't let me go) And please don't let me go
 (And please don't let me go) And please don't let me go
 And I'll be here by the ocean
 Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
 All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
 And every wave drags me to sea
 I could stand here for hours
 Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
 With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question"
 Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?