Now that sunshine fills the sky,
Can I truly be touched?
Can I truly be reached?
Can I truly be affected?
Can I truly be yours?
Can I truly give myself to you?
Now that everything is perfect;
Now that the sky is always blue,
What depths are there left to swim down to?
What was once the deepest ocean,
Is now a mountain top,
And maybe you can't climb that high,
And maybe I don't want to come down;
So maybe we should say goodbye?...
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