Meet me where heaven marries the ocean, I know I won't ever be yours, Therefore, neither, no one else, But I think of us as birds. Working outside our bodies, Being smothered by the sides, Through the melancholic air. Meet me where heaven marries the ocean, I know I won't ever be yours, Therefore, neither, no one else, But I think of us as birds. Working outside our bodies, Being smothered by the sides, Through the melancholic air, Through the melancholic air. (Through the melancholic air)