seashore the crashing of waves against the sand is pivotal

to the nature to the situation to the situation

demonstrating which is lacking in concept in substance

when the waves dont crash against the sand

they bury the ones we love city streets towns above

the wrath of rising water the threat of no tomorrow

like storm clouds like a dream bury us all in an aquamarine grave

under the sands of time and we will be erased

from the time we knew forever i wish i'd never

bury the ones we love city streets towns above

the wrath of rising water

the threat of no tomorrow

until our hero comes

until we can save ourselves

until the lungs of the sea retract

. until our own lungs collapse

and she won't and she won't

and she won't know what hit her until she's already gone