I thought you’d be the ocean 
When I’m a satellite in space 
Capturing the motion 
Of every thought that would cross your face. 
I thought you were my octave, 
Cover me when I was high. 
And when the floorboards caved in 
You’d make me sure that I could fly. 
Hey… 
I thought I had an option 
To retreat when we fell too deep. 
I thought you’d see me walking 
Long before you saw me weep. 
I thought you were my octave, 
Cover me when I was high. 
And when the floorboards caved in 
You’d make me sure that I could fly. 
Hey… 
I thought I had you by a hook in the lip 
But I never found a way to hold onto it.