Grace like an ocean
In the words that you speak
With white flowers
Surrounding the secrets you keep
We're running away
It never turns out that well
Slow removing the harder I fell
Your body wrapped gently in dresses of green
The closest thing to heaven that I've ever seen
And if I were a painter
I'd paint myself blue
Everything that I trust
Reminds me of you
My future, my reason
My purpose, my dreams
You might have been his Elliot
But you were the world to me
Yeah I'm letting go
Yeah I'm letting go
Of something so close to the chest
Confusing my lovers quest
Yeah I'm letting go
Yeah I'm letting go
Of something so dear to me
Defies my reality
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep (Yeah I'm letting go)
If I die before I wake (Yeah I'm letting go)
I pray the Lord my soul to take
You might have been his Elliot
But you were the world to me
You might have been his Elliot
But you were the world to me

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