Each day starting the same
Terminal waste and my world's a screen
Exhaust, permanent rain
Gray is the taste of this restless sleep
But there in the distance
Through the sun and the spray
Path of least resistance
In the arms of the waves...
Song from deep in the sea,
Some melody tells me it's alright
Waist-deep, bury my dreams
Radiant blues to the blackest night
I want to windsurf
Through the sun and the spray
Never feel winter
Or these vanishing days
Gliding wistfully, a paper plane
Skipping through the crashing waves
I'll follow blindly
All the teachings of the tide
That look in your eyes
Of sparkle and sky
I'll follow blindly
All the teachings of the tide
That look in my eyes:
Abandoned desire,
Of terror acquired
Sundown, hesitant rays
Lie in the shade, still the world's a screen
Foot-deep, failing to say,
Sailing to fade from this restless sleep
I want to windsurf
Or some other way
To never feel winter
Or these vanishing days
Tropical notions
In vague disarray
But I can't stand the ocean
So I file it away