Like the waves in the sea
Your ways flow threw me
And even as I speak I can’t see the Forrest from the leaves
The water from the sea
And I was starting to believe
We had a Forrest full of dreams
But now I wake up feeling steamed
Like starch pants Without the crease
A man with baby feet
I weird vivid picture meaning I have to start again without your face and lately I’ve been missing that lately.