the more i try
the more i feel i'm missing
the more i run
the more my feet keep slipping
the more i think
the more i tend to worry
the more i look
i see my thoughts before me
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
the more i stretch
the more these walls confine me
the more i beg
the less it all seems likely
and the more i mind
the matter that surrounds me
the more i find
i find my thoughts before me
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
drifting on an open sea
shipwrecked clinging to broken beams
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
drifting in the boundaries
i've built deep within me
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
i'm tired of treading again
and i'm swimming to the strand
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
drifting on an open sea
shipwrecked clinging to broken beams
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
i'm tired of treading again
i'm swimming to the strand
the more i feel i'm missing
the more i run
the more my feet keep slipping
the more i think
the more i tend to worry
the more i look
i see my thoughts before me
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
the more i stretch
the more these walls confine me
the more i beg
the less it all seems likely
and the more i mind
the matter that surrounds me
the more i find
i find my thoughts before me
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
drifting on an open sea
shipwrecked clinging to broken beams
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
drifting in the boundaries
i've built deep within me
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
i'm tired of treading again
and i'm swimming to the strand
and i dream of a strand
as i struggle on the waves
and i see the end of a passing day
as i see the strand
in the corners of my mind
windows offer a view
of a coming day
drifting on an open sea
shipwrecked clinging to broken beams
waters to my neck
and i strain to catch my breath
i'm tired of treading again
i'm swimming to the strand