I guess the place to start is the beginning
Once upon a time or something like that
I go back to the moments I keep missing
I try to sing 'em right
Try to make 'em last
Here's the part where I talk about you
Oh those ocean eyes the deepest kind of blue
Here's the part where you're all I want
It don't change the fact you're gone
But it makes for a pretty song
It feels a lot like all I've got is memories
That I can't forget so I just hold on
I try to fit it all into a melody
And make it never end
It just goes on and on and on
Here's the part where I talk about you
Oh those ocean eyes the deepest kind of blue
Here's the part where you're all I want
It don't change the fact you're gone
Oh oh but it makes for a pretty song
Sometimes it helps to build a bridge
To fix the one you've burned
And sometimes it helps to sing a bit
To get you through the hurt
And sometimes it's the only thing
The only thing that works
Oh oh
Here's the part where I think about you
And I just feel the deepest kind of blue
Here's the part where you're all I want
It don't change the fact you're gone
No no
Here's the part where I talk about you
Oh those ocean eyes the deepest kind of blue
Here's the part where you're all I want
It don't change the fact you're gone
No but it makes for a pretty song
It makes for a pretty song
