• Our love is like the ocean,
    My heart is like the land,
    Each wave that crashes on the shore
    Retrieves a grain of sand.

    The more the ocean rages,
    grows wilder, fast and free,
    the more my heart is drawn to you,
    the more I give to thee.

    As each grain drifts to water,
    to dance, swirl and revolve,
    so does my heart give into you
    and weakens my resolve.

    I swore I'd never love again,
    For love's a fickle friend,
    but should the sea not kiss the sand,
    my love, my life would end.