It will rise up from below us
From the gutters, it creeps into our lives
It could drive the thought of us
Of our families, erase them from our minds
Well, maybe my fear of the ocean will subside
When I become the energy in the tide or the moon's light
As it creeps it's way to your bedside
When dreaming of homes all dried up and gone
The shoe prints on the floor
The decaying of the once good wood
Now buried in our minds
My throat's cracked and beaten
My back's whipped and torn
The glasses you once wore
Don't have a use anymore
Where do we go, what will we eat
The only promise I can keep is the one
Where I say I'll meet you again, reborn from the sand
The glasses you once wore don't have a use anymore
We all float down here