THE SEA, the Sea


THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me
If it weren’t too late, I’d be gone already
On the cold mountain of words the waves breathe, I’d be
I’d stand nowhere but gone like I’ve gotten Alzheimer’s
Just the thought of tears the memories whisper, I’d run quicker
THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me I told my inkstand
A wave of emotion makes me no longer a bottom feeder
To the top of the Ocean I’ll go with these things I’ve created
Make friends with our emotions and save one another
THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me, does she exist?
Beyond this moment of tears the men wander, where ‘art thou chaos?
Can we look to the Sea to help our emotional experiences?
When do we throw away chance and make the choice?
THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me I demanded
I don’t get the opportunity to enjoy it often but I love to imagine
Under a cloudless sky of evening the women wonder, am I dead?
No, you’re alive but it could all end in an instant
THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me I’m afraid
I regret never having fearlessness to my passions
On the cold mountain of discord young lovers escape, I abided
I sent out my love like it was in rations
THE SEA, the Sea, She’s calling me for the last time
If it weren’t too late, I’d open up my heart
To all the fishes, I’d harbor all of them
But forever the Sea will call to me of pure happiness

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