Poets of the Fall • Overboard

I see you crying and it rains (washing away the bad days)
Washing away the pain loss brings, yeah
And then you smile though it aches ('cause you don't believe in mistakes)
Just that we made a mess of things

When the deal that you made with love
Is now a one way street, a one way street
And you'll feel you'll go overboard
'Cause you're incomplete, incomplete

You're not afraid to rely (on any way you can try)
To learn to make some sense of things, yeah
And the way you say we'll get by (with a little laugh we can fly)
You know the measure of hope that brings

I hear you laughing like a child (instead of choking all riled)
Instead of staring at shortcomings, yeah
Just like the rain when you cried (washed all the stains of false pride)
You'll learn to make the best of things

Have a little more of not enough
More of what is less but isn't love
Little of the same you're dreaming of
That's enough, that's enough

When the deal that you made with love
Is just a one way street, a one way street
And you'll feel you'll go overboard
'Cause you are incomplete