Hasn't adoring the oceanAlways devastated the moon?

Somewhere, somewhenI'll learn how to cryThe yearning will haltThen teach me how to fly

Darling we are not in a hurryOnce the haze settles in andThe fog leavesI'll be right next to you

We are a false magic

With all the love that's left, let your heart be known, it is capable; because it is never regretting to love