I told myself any kind of promise
Is better than no promise at all
But what did I give in return
To be washed up on your unforgiving shores
It took an ocean of salt water
To open my eyes
Only to find
I'm still crying under horizontal tides
(possible chorus)
A walk over the hilltop and down to the sea
Vertical cliffs where the wind flies free
Above me the buzzards are circling round
But I’m keeping my feet firmly on solid ground
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