If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star—late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star—late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.