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lyrics
This great green ocean, carries the promise of a shoreline.
And the flotsam and jetsam, carry gifts from abroad.
So across this beachfront, I pace just like an expecting father
And the crabs all scuttle away, I let my feet fall hard,with no attention to where they land, my eyes trained on the coming waves
I pray one crashes over me, bringing sensibility and seaglass!
I remember as an infant, I was first ripped from the ocean,
my gills ever shrinking slits until my chest was forced to rise and fall.
I held visions of a return but this hard packed earth makes magnetic claims,
my pores cry for seamist.
I remember my first visit, as I made my way down the cliffside,
the creatures all waved me down as they pulled themselves up on the shore,
they said welcome home my kin, won't you stay for just one drink,
I said I'd love to, but could I even stand it?
And now you start to feel betrayed
They say it's comes natural with age
This tide brings in a rush of change
And my growing sense of rage!
We crawled so far, and hardened these lungs,
when you cut ties you risk coming undone.
So now I'm forcing these legs, so quick to disobey
Nostalgia scars my neck in three curved lines where I used to breathe,
With basic faith, I'm struggling
Nostalgia scars my neck in three curved lines where I used to breathe,
Rocky shores, do you still love me?
I remember it came softly, I'd drift in salty adulation
my skin would drink itself clean as the seaweed kissed my back and toes
I swam without will or thought but wooded spaces made such kind appeals
My eyes were pulled abroad
I remember my first footsteps, with such willful trepidation
Some kindly folks with leather shoes and rough hands offering so much more
I stumbled blind with bleary eyes, could I have looked back
I would have spied the only body that loved to hold me
And now you start to feel betrayed
They say it's comes natural with age
This tide brings in a rush of change
And my growing sense of rage!
We crawled so far, and hardened these lungs,
when you cut ties you risk coming undone.
So now I'm forcing these legs, so quick to disobey
Nostalgia scars my neck in three curved lines where I used to breathe,
With basic faith, I'm struggling
Nostalgia scars my neck in three curved lines where I used to breathe,
Rocky shores, do you still love me?
I rigged up a simple apparatus, some shackles a rope and a stone,
I'll hold this head underwater 'til I learn to breathe once more.
A cacophony of cackling kooks, awaits on the other side,
At the final minute that rope always seems to snap, is it the rope or the hand that designs?
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