my sea is overflown, my sea is empty. the shores are made of ash, where memories disappear, where dreams decay and die. my sea is what i am, my sea is what you made me. while every loss feels fresh inside my mind, i open up my wrists to start a flood, i bleed the rivers dry to fill a tub, i write a conversation for us both; you're still alive, i'll soon become a ghost. my sea is set ablaze, i'm running out of time. although my heart is yours, the sea is mine.