I know it's hard to put things past you.
I know that is no excuse.
I win when I try harder in my attempt to get to you.
But falling short is more convenient and I'm running out of time.
Feels like I'm always running around the ships in bottles.
Running down, no wind in my sails today.
Seeking the sound of white waves crashing.
Hoping to see the sea again.
Still I search within myself for a chance to get away.
Letdowns surround my being.
I don't want to be afraid.
Longing on your words to find a peace of mine.
I'm glad to walk beside you.
I'm so glad to call you mine.
Looking for second wind.
Trying to find a second wind.
Run away.