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
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
Well I was never one to make waves
But life shapes us by strange degrees
Cutting our dreams to the bone until
We change into windtorn trees
And I shouldn’t need to tell you
But it took a storm full of rain
To open my eyes
Only to find
I'm still crying under horizontal tides
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