The tide reaches for my neck.
Salty serenity has a sweet hold
of me.
Washed up on the shore,
the elements strangle
a restless heart to sleep.
I could never drown out the noise.
The tide reaches for my neck.
Salty serenity has a sweet hold
of me.
Washed up on the shore,
the elements strangle
a restless heart to sleep.
I could never drown out the noise.
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