Verse 1

The waves have crashed it’s course and

The sky has darkened grey

The winds have slowed it’s cover

The trees have bounded bay

The clouds begin to hover over me

And the words are easier to hear than to say

And this existential feeling

Of pacin’ ‘round my feelings

Have left me unrevealing

The crowds have gone and ended

its reign of loud response

The heart has left unmended

And it strains the more I talk

To myself

To myself

Chorus