We built our home where oceans meet
On shifting sands and incomplete
Your love the tide, my heart the shore
Always wanting something more
And in the silence I can hear
The words we planted year by year
Growing into twisted vines
Around these wounded hearts of ours
This quiet storm between our sheets
Where anger and forgiveness meets
You are the calm, you are the gale
The anchor and the setting sail
We dance this slow and painful waltz
Where every step is full of faults
Yet in your arms I find my rest
While putting love through one more test
Maybe heaven's not a place
But this wounded, warm embrace
Where we keep choosing to remain
Within the beauty and the strain
My quiet storm, my endless sea
You're still the only place for me...
