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The ocean's deep |
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She knew that much before she had you |
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She's gonna leave and never come back to you |
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She'll watch you sleep and know she never satisfied you |
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You're gonna weep before you grow |
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You got to know she had to go and leave you alone |
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And in her heart, she's gone |
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And on and on and on and on |
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A deep, dark, homeless ocean sink her to the bottom |
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When she goes, she hopes you meet a woman |
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Who will fill those holes that she shot straight through you |
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But until then you'll go it alone |
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You may say you can take it when they break your sufferin' heart |
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And they seem to believe it when you say you're holding strong |
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I guess that's what they call moving on |
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And while he sleeps he knows he's gonna have to wake up |
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she will have left him and day after day oh he will pray |
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He'll plead |
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He'll dream |
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He'll clench his little fingers around his blanket made of fleece |
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Because he knows that he'll wake up alone |
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And in his heart is misery |
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And on and on so endlessly |
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When he grows, he hopes and hopes |
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To meet a woman to fill those holes that she shot straight through him |
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and left him alone |
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You may say you can take it when they break your sufferin' heart |
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And they seem to believe it when you say you're holding strong |
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I guess that's what they call moving on |
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And on an on sinking to the bottom |
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You may say you can take it when they break your sufferin' heart |
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And they seem to believe it when you say you're holding strong |
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I guess that's what they call moving on |
