As I sit and watch the tide roll in,
I'm waiting for a ship to captain.
So I can sail upon this sea
Of open graves,
And sleep among the tossing waves.
Because I've been waiting on this shoreline,
And maybe all I need is time.
But when I feel the breezes blow
Across my face,
I'll dance among the tossing waves.
We'll stand like pines along the coastline.
Stretching toward the night sky.
And we'll pull the planks from our eyes.
It's time to shed our skin.
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