Over My Head

Did I see you before?
Were you standing there?
Freezing cold and soaking wet
In need of repair
I know mars is close
But the moon is far
We will fly in my ship
Into the scars
And the words came pouring down
The words came pouring down
And the words came pouring down
Over my head
«Reminders» and «could have been’s»
And open veins
Bleeding through the sheets
And leaving stains
The tremors from these hands
Will write my love
It’s all for you
Can you find the octave