We were married by the ocean
We were tethered by the sea
We tied strings around our fingers
To remember our ideals
I'll be brave when you are frightened
You'll be strong when I am weak in the knees
I'll be calm when you have had enough of these rushing waves
You'll be the oxygen I need
We'll take turns to untangle the knots
Though our hands may be tied
It's all part of the plot
Cat's cradle etiquette, we oblige
As we learn to unlace for the rest of our lives
You'll be balance when I waver
I'll be warmth when you are shivering cold
You'll be patience when I've had enough of this waiting game
I'll be the anchor cast below
We'll take turns to untangle the knots,
Though our hands may be tied,
It's all a part of the plot.
Cat's cradle etiquette, we oblige,
As we learn to enlace for the rest of our lives.
the rest of our lives.