I should’ve known, I should’ve known
When I set out to chase you down
I could’ve done, oh what I could’ve done!
Had never I begun the hunt
I’d rather wash forlorn to adverse shores, than safe with my regrets at home
And watch another toil and row, to might achieve what I had hoped
Had only I’d the nerve to go
Instead of pining here alone

I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
But I’m not over you…yet

Any port in every storm will never get you far from home,
And lost at sea, I’d rather be, eternally, than never go
And even if it takes my soul, and everything I’ve ever owned,
just to keep this ship afloat, just keep alive these oars,
then I’ll forge on into the storm
with all the stars to guide me on

I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
But I’m not over you…yet

And I can’t decide if,
most days I can’t decide at all if I’m lost, if I’m lost
I can’t decide if… oh am I lost? Am I lost?

I’m wearing down from inside out but I’m not over you
I live without in endless doubt, but im not over you
But I’m not over you…yet

I’m not over you
All my dreams of youth