Ever since I was a young boy, running through grass I was a dreamer writing stories down the back of the class Now I sit at this piano with my heart in my hands Take my love and all my loss and get

In Okains Bay, oh, I could have stayed, and never went home
It might have been brief, but at least I was free from all of my ghosts
That live in my head like reflections on water that only come once
I still haven't learnt deceptions in the cinematic version of love

But I can't