The cure sitting obscured
the vision stirring me awake.
What I wouldn’t give to break the path in half
endure whatever wrath that came.

Scoot inside a diner booth
convince the others you are sane
convince the reflections in your plate
that you speak nothing but the truth.

Scoot outside the booth again
say goodbye to all your friends.
Promise you’ll come back with them
grind the spit against your tooth.

Walking back the wind attacks
you feel you have nothing you could lose.
You smell the sea inside the city
the streets are like a maze to you

Follow the sound of crashing waves
you realize you’ve been here for days.
Cut the paths or climb up higher
you’ll admit that you’re a liar.

All you care for is the sea
the ground around feels way too heavy.
Pick up the pace, you’ll find it soon.
Beneath the waves, you’ll find it soon.