If you make time and you'll regret it.

If you hold out for what you get

Everyone has a different story

Like the time that you walked down the stairs.

And you never turned He wasn't your hero

He walked away

In the summertime I'll be nearer

So much blood's ever floating away

I'm gonna fill up all the oceans And take a boat to some islands

Scout around for survivors But you can't guess what I'll be hoping for And when I'm done with finding no one I'll begin my search for you

I hope the bottom of the ocean holds enough room for two.

He was in your hero.

He walked away.

In the summertime I'll be nearer

So much closer to floating away