This is a tale of an epic-sized love that nature propelled, but also held up. Tried and she tried, time again and again; from sun up to sun down she was thinking of them.
The ocean's relentless in her love for him; Devoted, she waits - day out and day in, for the darkness to come so she'll see him again.
The moon wanders off when the sun ushers in, and the ocean is stuck until he pulls her back in.
She depends on his tug, his push gives her sight, hes the reason she lives, its the circle of life.
When he goes- and he eventually will- she knows sorrow that wretches and makes her world start to spin. At the same time, he's busy, hes got stars he calls friends.
The moon moves her, it's true, and though she's painted blue, when he comes back around she feels shiny and new. You can see how she glistens, she glows for the moon.
When the high tides start their ripping, that's her chasing him, too. She's stretching her body and pushing her strength, she's fighting with hope to just feel his sweet face.
She doesn't quite know if he loves her the same, or if hes just seeking comfort and likes the escape.
Through rise and through fall, daylight and daybreak, the ocean's his fool so his love she will chase.
She's cursed with a love too enormous, too great; but at the same time its tarnisheded with anguish and hate.
In the heart of the ocean, she knows he's her fate, so she puts in 62, and recieves 38.