The Ocean

There's a house up on the hill Where you can just make out the ocean There's a women there waiting for your hard work All and every breath she takes is like artwork And I think that I can just about touch the ocean There's fifteen hundred miles between me and my next real smile I think I can just about smell the ocean I'm full of unquestionable devotion But I think I put a terrible thing in motion The ocean... There's a house up on the hill Where the air smells like the sea I left my heart up there, rusting inside the salty air I tried to make it home but I lost the key It's been six hundred days since I laid eyes on your gorgeous face I'm trying to make it home but I lost the key I'm waiting for the Lord to set me free I'm wishing that you were standing here right next to me There's a house up on the hill (the ocean) Where you can just make out the ocean There's a house up on the hill It used to feel like home There's a house up on the hill Where the air smells like the sea (the ocean) There's a house up on the hill...