I suppose there's no chance of reaching for your heart with only words And I suppose there's no point of Reaching for your hand with only swords Considering everything, it's a fine line between The wrong and the right, And all these things that we might have done differently Oh These lines drawn in sand, wash away like those plans we made Buckets and spades, build a castle for a day, a day And as we move apart, I keep you in my heart I suppose there's no chance of reaching for your heart with only words And I suppose there's no point of Reaching for your hand with only swords Considering everything, it's a fine line between The wrong and the right, And all these things that we might have done differently Oh These lines drawn in sand, wash away like those plans we made Buckets and spades, build a castle for a day, a day And as we move apart, I keep you in my heart I keep you in my heart I keep you in my heart