I’m walking hand in hand with the moon’s reflection,

The closest thing I’ve ever seen to perfection,

But for my constant fear of rejection,

I’m walking in the wrong direction.

I’ll never touch that line,

Where the sea meets the sky,

Where the sun says “goodbye.”

It used to get me down,

But I’m tired of searching,

For something that can’t be found.

I’m walking hand in hand with the moon’s reflection,

The only thing that has ever touched perfection,

But for all these tales of love and affection,

We’re walking without direction.

I can touch that line,

Where the sea meets the sand.

I can touch that line,

Where the sea meets the sand.

I can touch that line,

Where we walk hand in hand.