Did you hear that crescendo?
That's what you are to me.
You are a wave, a rolling breaker,
getting louder year by year.
You are a swell, a whitecap on the sea.
First you break and then you flee.
You say, only fools have tried to climb you,
like an ocean wave for them to ride.
You keep growing, they keep falling, as I keep waiting for the tide.
Did you hear that crescendo? You will carry me away.
You say, only fools have tried to climb you,
like an ocean wave for them to ride.
I'm waiting on the beach of E-flat,
for you to come and be my tide.
I'm on my way up,
I'm on my way up,
I'm on my way up, to you.
Did you hear that crescendo, breaking over me?
I want to make it to tomorrow.
Wash over me again.
I'm on my way up,
I'm on my way up,
I'm on my way up, to you.