Under the water there is clear blue,
So why does that shipwreck remind me of you?
I guess I've been searching for answers since you left;
All this wishful thinking's getting to me too.
It's the solitary, lone serenity I've been depending to,
Ever since we both decided we needed something new.
It's frightening how I'm used to holding a hand in the dark.
I'm supposed to be at peace but I've been at war from the start.
I need your hand in the dark.