here, where waves wipe over you
you make strange shapes with your hands
I saw your ambition bleeding to Asia through the sand
oh, like those messengers before you
you've waited too long to claim your tongue
so before you drop into your skin and drown
will you remember how your father claimed his son?
though the tides wash you dry
stay by me to the end, down the undertow
though the darkness hides your horizon lines
believe the answers you already know
your eyes speak of changes
our words don't describe
and in your arms I feel a certain
wanting, lacking
though the tides wash you dry
stay by me to the end, down the undertow
though the darkness hides your horizon lines
believe the answers you already know
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