My window frame, he spoke to me.
Late at night, he woke me up.
He always does, I fell out of my dream, crashed back on earth again.
My lighthouse showed me the waves.
Late at night, I hear them cry:
“You've got no boat, just window frames!”
I wanted to die that day.
But through the waves, I saw my moon.
He's my moon! He told me to love the endless waves.
Distance its face will haunt your days if you don't stop staring back at him.