Half-Ruined Already

We call this our home
An island of stone
And surrounding blue seas
We try to rest
Near the place where we met
In the colony

I lost both my legs
To the same illness
That set your arms free
But we have our roles
And our halves form a whole
When you carry me

And sometimes I fear
The bond we hold dear
Is only necessity
And if I could walk
Would you still wanna talk
In a tavern in Crete?

And if the warmth of her skin
Makes the air this thin
Is it fate or desperation
Are days with her really dreamlike
Or just to ease agitation?

But I call this my home
And when we're alone
I don't want to go anywhere
And we go and watch
Waves crash into the rocks
And you take me there