If I could say one
Of two things about this place
We're living
Like a child that is summer bound
Distracted by the sounds around
Him and he missed
The subtle shapings
That the seasons abound each year
Since he failed to stop
Whatever wisdom's gone
When the tide lets out
What is the right amount
For the sea drawn back
To fill water in the cracks
This me (what's real)
Trying to find what is me (real)
The key of sea
Why's the sun the only one
Who doesn't move around the clock?
To feed us a carbon tree of greed
That's all we've known and brought
Yet we wonder why the garden's dried up
Now we run like silly girls
From the problems with the things we're taught
It'll never happen when God's away from us
Accept it's right
Except it's not
Glaring from this trench I
Could never experience
The nature of wind shifting me
Into a state not infallible
Whatever happened?
Whatever happens in the sea?
Whatever happened?
Whatever happens to me
I'll be alright