I’m the sand at dawn, quiet and alone.
I’m cold and untouched.
A shift in the moon and then the waves come.
And those waves, they crash.
Leaving salt in my hair, in raw deep cuts.
I’m a slave to the current, a gravitational mass.
Beautiful to watch when you're high and dry,
But what happens when you're wet behind the ears.
What happens when it cuts off your supply,
Leaves you whitewashed with salted fears.
And i’ve been held under, I know that feeling
Is it the water or tears i’m choking on?
I’ve felt that water in my lungs, cold as ice
But i also know, We never stand in the same water twice.