i thought i held you

you're like a moon that's full

across a sea of foam

i'm the sky you've been burning

i don't think you even understand

i thought i held you by the hand

i thought i held you

i'm like a songwriter;

you're the reason i've run out

run out of metaphors

i don't think you even understand

i thought i held you by the hand

i thought i held you

i thought i held you