Overboard

Overboard
I see you crying and it rains, washing away the
bad days, washing away the pain loss brings...
And then you smile though it aches, cos you don´t
believe in mistakes, just that we made a mess of things...

When the deal that you made with love is just a
one way street, a one way street, you feel you´ll
go overboard, cos you´re incomplete, incomplete.
You´re not afraid to rely on any way you can try
to learn to make some sense of things.
And the way you say we´ll get by, with a little
laugh we can fly, you know the measure of hope
that brings.
I hear you laughing like a child, instead of
choking all riled, instead of staring at shortcomings.
Just like the rain when you cried washed all
the stains of false pride,
you´ll learn to make the best of things.
Have a little more of not enough
More of what is less but isn´t love
Little of the same you´re dreaming of
That´s enough, that´s enough.