Hmm, I wash the hill built from fragments of tales The wind carries off a beautiful scene No room for corrections, no theories prevail Just cold settling in, nowhere to be I whisper old poems by heart in the dark Words are like glass shards cut deep in my hands But far off the sorrow begins to depart Where waves call me forward and time softly bends the ocean is healing me washing it all salt water tides carry sorrow away i breathe in the sunsets The daylight's soft call as rhythms of waves Fade into the gray I run from the shadows where dreams used to sleep With crumpled old verses tucked deep in my coat Chasing the horizon I'm trying to keep a thousand quiet steps on a desolate coast
I whisper old poems by heart in the dark
Words are like glass shards cut deep We are now at Upper Session Road The waves call me forward and time softly bends The ocean is healing me, washing it all Saltwater tides carry sorrow away I breathe in the sunsets The daylight soft call as rhythms of waves Fade into the gray The cold fades away The ocean weeps with me The tide calls me home The ocean is healing me The ocean is healing me The ocean is healing me The ocean is Fragments of verses, a compass at night The cold melts away to the whisper of tide I'm done with the waiting, I'm chasing the light Where ice turns to water with every slow stride The ocean is healing me, washing it all
Saltwater tides carry sorrow away
I breathe in the sunsets
The daylight's soft call as rhythms of waves fade into the grave You're made of salt Left far behind the ocean hills
