In the west, the waves grew tired,
Now it’s like one big blue eye.
We could getting used to this point of view,
But always seeking something new.

In the east, dark clouds gathered,
Quickly, sun wont longer shine.
When rains come, we would better run
To wherever it feels dry

We are like writing in the sand,
Textured down the shore.
Warm wind and tide erased
Our writing in the sand.
Unlike a stone,
We’re humanized by rhythm

In a place where no one’s safe,
You’re my shelter from the storm.
Can you tell from where the wind is,
To catch that wave that’ll take you on

I don’t care what you’ve inhaled,
ships in bottles can’t be drowned.
Seasons tend to come around,
And the shells coil to the right

We are like writing in the sand,
Textured down the shore.
Warm wind and tide erased
Our writing in the sand.
Unlike a stone,
We’re humanized by rhythm"