Juliet's Wishes - Ingrid Olava

No walls, no chain can keep him to me

He’s a Montague, he always will be

My racing heart has made him stay behind

And now he, oh help me please

He’s got me pretending I see no finish line

But in the waves there always is

Always is

Take him, and cut him out in little stars

And he shall make the face of heaven so fine

These were Juliet’s wishes and now they’re mine

Tomorrow a storm’s expected to the shore

A gorgeous disaster, still out at sea

I’ve seen it come in a million times before

Heard the rabbling waves screaming to me

To me

Take him, cut him out in little stars

And he shall make the face of heaven so fine

These were Juliet’s wishes and now they’re mine