Together our hearts beat, but yours I’ve learned is incomplete
Four long years I’ve loved you best, is it wrong, is it right, is it at rest
All those nights you’ve spent with me, was the good Lord watching, did he see?
Did he see you stumble, did he see you fall to make new scars and to raise your wall?
I need your skin, I need you’re breath
Like a Sunday on the back of my neck
I’m on the East Shore you’re on the West,
Can we meet in the middle can we fix this?
Can we meet in the middle can we fix this mess
We can blame it on the ocean winds, that take you away till the weekend
We can blame it on the vast expanse, two cold prairies towns but we just can’t
If we stand up straight will it be ok?
If we meet in the middle can we both go half way?