[Verse 1] In a flat near the Thames, the rain softly falls, A teacher with chalk-stained hands, behind these walls. Two children asleep, his perfume lingers still, I turn to my letters, where I finally feel. [Chorus] Across the ocean, your words find me, Through pages of longing, a melody. Two hearts unspoken, yet bound so tight, Across the ocean, we share the night. [Verse 2] In a cabin near the pines, under skies so wide, A writer spins worlds, where his heart can hide. Shy and steadfast, with a pen in hand, Your voice on the paper, helps me understand. [Prechorus] You speak of Dickens, I hum Townes Van Zandt, In this quiet exchange, I know where I stand. [Chorus] Across the ocean, your words find me, Through pages of longing, a melody. Two hearts unspoken, yet bound so tight, Across the ocean, we share the night. [Bridge] I stay for the children, though the love has gone, You write of the stars, where you belong. We meet in the margins, in the notes between, A world we’ve built, though it’s never seen.
