Crashing into the wave side
Endless depths to a never ending heart
Unable to see my faults for what they are
Such distance lost in the currents

Sometimes when I write a beautiful moment, I like to wait before I mark the world with its stain and keep this reverie just for me

It must be the selfishness that's settling
I can't tell you what it is that makes a man
But, I think I might know
It looks like times just not on my side
I can hear my train a coming
I'm still running for my life
Oh what a distant and welcoming cry