Until the quiet comes, I wait beneath the tide
Before the rising sun, I'll watch your empty stride
The bay will slowly chase, pushing you for higher ground
I'll return from being swallowed and eat your viscous frown

after your colors show, i'll smear them into black
you'll no longer be primary on my brush
i'll use you for the shadows hidden from the sun
ill use you for the highlights under the little of my thumb

when the quiet comes, i'll swim inside the sea
throughout the morning glow, they'll be no dark in me
the wind will dry my skin and the color of salt will stain my face
you'll be gone, and i'll be free, blessed from saving grace