Slowly, the sea comes closer?
Soon it might break right through our wall?
And it all gets slightly clearer?
There'll be no answers in a jar.
Slowly, the sea comes closer?
And all we've built will start to fall?
Scary, how insight's fragile?
Are we connected through it all?

I wanna listen without thinking?	
Can I just talk without replies?	
I'll try to whisper when I'm shouting?	
Don't wanna hold this rash inside

But slowly, the sea comes closer?
Wish it could wipe this inner war?
And maybe sometime somehow?
there will be nothing but a scar