There's no thoughts on my mind 9 P.M. Eastern Standard Time Watch the curtains, hear the wind moan Keep on looking at the telephone Choking, hoping that you called Cause it's too quiet in my home It's time to get home I've been looking for your hand to hold You know everything I know We both are Florida born I don't know if it's just chemicals But the water never left my soul I still hear it when I'm all alone I'm alone. I am your moon, you are my sun I am your ocean crashed down with love Don't know if it's chemicals But your voice it doesn't leave my bones Highly compatible, I know that for sure I'm just looking for your hands to hold Cause this room it's grown too cold This room's too cold when I'm alone I miss our home, it's too quiet in my skull When I'm alone it's too quiet in my skull Cause I am your ocean I am your ocean I am yours...