Through the cold the sirens break the silence
called to arms, my head, my heart, my hands keep shaking.
As the water rises, rain it starts to pour
Can't see my thoughts.
Can't see my floor.
Keep shaking

Thinking Lord I'm much too young to be married
Too scared to lose it all
So I lost my mind,
kept tossing, turning.
Hold on tight.
Here's to my burning ocean.

Here's to hoping Abilene.
That I can't, I won't keep standing on my own.
Here's hoping Abilene. 1, 2, 3, 4.

In my dreams at night i feel like falling
All my thoughts, they face the wall.
But my hands keep shaking.
Then you sweep me off like late night rock and roll.
I take my chances, lose control.
Keep shaking.

Thinking Lord I'm much too young to be like you.
Too old to see right through these nights.
I keep tossing, turning.
Hold on tight.
Here's to my burning ocean.

Here's to hoping, Abilene.
That I can't, I won't keep standing on my own.
Here's hoping Abilene.

That You keep talking to me
That you keep talking to me
'cause I can't sleep
My dreams keep me awake
No more chances left to take
All these nights I keep tossing Turning
Hold On tight
Here's to my burning ocean.

Here's to hoping, Abilene.
That I can't, I won't keep standing on my own.
Here's hoping Abilene.
1, 2, 3, here's hoping Abilene.

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