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)