Tide is rolling like the years of my existence
Tide is rolling and time is rolling on
I smell these flowers with creases on my forehead
I smell my ocean all dusty and alone
My brother laughing gliding across the water
Relaxed and carving the story of our lives
Excavation digging up our mother
Whales breaching calling me back home
See I been hollowed from the center
By my place in this big old world
Salt waters running through my veins
And I’ll be fine when I get home
She’s recognizing the tide inside her mind
Sometimes I’m high and sometimes I am low
I know myself and these creases on my forehead
I am a good man solid and alone
See I been hollowed from the center
By my place in this big old world
Salt waters running through my veins
And I’ll be fine when I get home
Building up inside oh great divine I need this time
With all my might
I will pour my heart into the ocean
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