Octave

I thought you'd be the ocean

When I'm a satellite in space

Capturing the motion

Of every thought that would cross your face

I thought you were my octave

Cover me when I was high

And when the floorboards caved in

You'd make me sure that I could fly

Hey…

I thought I had an option

To retreat when we fell too deep

I thought you'd see me walking

Long before you saw me weep

I thought you were my octave

Cover me when I was high

And when the floorboards caved in

You'd make me sure that I could fly

Hey…

I thought I had you by a hook in the lip

But I never found a way to hold onto it