Ocean Knows the Moon

Verse

I’d say I can’t stop thinking about you,

But my soul’s already halfway across the bridge.

I know we’ve only just met,

I don’t mean to move too fast,

But I couldn’t sleep last night—

Not from longing, not from lust,

But because I don’t know your middle name,

Or how you like to be woken up.

Verse

I don’t know how your hair falls in the morning,

If it rebels or if it rests.

And somehow that’s the thing I want to know the most—

Not just what makes you laugh until you cry,

But what makes you laugh when you cry,

That holy ache of joy inside the storm.

Pre-chorus

There’s a thousand tiny questions

Pulling at my chest,

Little things no one thinks to ask,

But I can’t help it—

I want to know the rest.

Chorus

I want to know you like the ocean knows the moon—

Not just when you rise,

But when you pull away too.

When you’re quiet, when you’re wild,

When you’re breaking, when you’re still.

This isn’t love, not yet—

It’s a whisper, it’s a maybe,

But it’s real.

And I’ll ask again tomorrow,

If you let me.

Verse

Tell me how you take your coffee,

If you talk to birds,

If you name your plants.

What you do with your hands when you’re nervous,

How you say “I’m fine”

When you’re not.

Do you sleep with one leg out of the covers?

Do you leave room for magic when you pack?

Verse

What’s the song you skip because it hurts too good?

What scent makes you close your eyes?

What word do you whisper

When you’re trying not to fall apart?

I want to know the way you look

Reading something that wrecks you,

The way you laugh when no one’s watching,

The way you say “stay” without a sound.

Pre-chorus

There’s a thousand tiny questions

Pulling at my chest,

Little things no one thinks to ask,

But I can’t help it—

I want to know the rest.

Chorus

I want to know you like the ocean knows the moon—

Not just when you rise,

But when you pull away too.

When you’re quiet, when you’re wild,

When you’re breaking, when you’re still.

This isn’t love, not yet—

It’s a whisper, it’s a maybe,

But it’s real.

And I’ll ask again tomorrow,

If you let me.

Bridge

Maybe this is nothing,

Maybe it’s the start—

But something in me settles

When I listen to your heart.

I don’t need the answers now,

I just want the chance to see

All the rituals, the ruins,

And the reasons underneath.

Chorus

I want to know you like the ocean knows the moon—

Every rise and every pull,

Every shadow, every truth.

This isn’t love, not yet—

But it’s something growing steady.

And I’ll ask again tomorrow…

If you’re ready.

If you let me.