On and off tossing coins again, drawing up my route on hills and mountains It feels quite empty but the sun is yet to fall. Always where the wind has gone Walked into the woods where no-one else could, expect to find some consolation It feels quite empty but the sun is yet to fall. Always where the wind has gone Float along the waves you form, wander the ocean. Waving. Sacrifice the ways you're going crazy, but all you can feel is cold and warm, the summer glow playing in motion. Waving. Sacrifice the ways you're going crazy, but all you can feel… the sun isn't actually real Some where on the ocean floor lies filling for your growing hole you want it and it's all for you you take a breath and dive again, spit some blood you know the pain you want it and it's all for you and your mind is now far and away.
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