It's kind' a hard to find where I stand, to put it into
words...
I can't stand you, stand by ocean down in me.

What if time will bring me to ask, what's next?
And what if it'll become a fact? It's dead.

I hate to feel like I've gotten to know you better like we
did.
I hate your reflection in the water down in me.
It's kind' a hard to find where I stand, to put you into
words...
Water can wash, water can bring, water can break the you in
me.

I know I had to know better, and we're lost.
What if I'll get to know this, with no help?

Oceans, situations, broken lines and explanations won't    

      Help time
      Make it easier.
      (And fuck with us...)

We've changed.
Locations
Does that
sometimes.



Atlantic border separate you and me.
Like an old song with channels incomplete.
But we're a stereo of hymn that's joining in.
And the water won't wash the "you" in me.