We were making out listening to sad songs
Kissing the worries away
The weight of the air on our shoulders did change
But still, the sad songs they played
We talked about our scars and how we got them
The ones that hurt the most but aren't seen
In place of those wounds we had 'hope' tattooed
At Coney Island, on The Cyclone, by the sea
When the roughest waves come crashing
Down, Down, Down
Together we'll find beauty in their sound
With your hand in mine you'll never
Drown, Drown, Drown
Through the roughest waves I'll stick around
The nightmares inside my brain- I can't stop them
When I'm alone wrapped up in these sheets
But with your hair in my face taking up the empty space in my arms
Now honey, that's the dream
Captive I keep back my true feelings
When vulnerable I cover up my sleeve
But I surrendered my guns- hands up in the front
At Coney Island, on The Cyclone, by the sea
When the roughest waves come crashing
Down, Down, Down
Together we'll find beauty in their sound
With your hand in mine you'll never
Drown, Drown, Drown
Through the roughest waves I'll stick around
I thought "happily ever after" was only fiction
Convinced that true love was make believe
But forever I was changed when our picture was framed
At Coney Island, on The Cyclone, by the sea