The Waves Crash In

Album: Songs In A&E (2008)
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  • The waves crash in
    And the waves crash out
    The wind the blows and
    My thoughts fly about

    And I know I would call you
    If ever I could
    But the wind takes its toll
    On the salt in my blood

    But I know I would die
    If I should ever leave you alone

    The wind comes up
    And the stars above
    The tight holded sway
    On the ache in blood

    And could have I loved you
    A little bit more
    But I know that I tried
    Like I never before

    And I know I would die if
    I ever should leave you alone

    Don't make me stall you
    We've got to find out

    [Instrumental]

    [Voice fades out] Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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