She sails the blanket of the sea
Peering through the waves
Her gaze is whispering the call back home
From the shores of self scream
Shafts of light cutting through great blue
From the shores that beg to be renewed
As the sand courses through his veins
Those bright lights they burn off all his shame
They find him walking the bottom of the ocean
Sifting through the grain
Calling out with water lungs
He's calling out with water lungs...
To all he lost
For what they have stole from him
His voice carries through raising sunken vessels
To carry him towards the inhale
The ghosts who sold their voice
Traveling the very same path
Fall to a watery grave and taunt him to the bone
Though his ocean wrists run deep
They will not be cause to drown