seashore the crashing of waves against the sand is pivotal   to the nature to the situation to the situation   demonstrating which is lacking in concept in substance   when the waves dont crash against the sand   they bury the ones we love city streets towns above   the wrath of rising water the threat of no tomorrow   like storm clouds like a dream bury us all in an aquamarine grave   under the sands of time and we will be erased   from the time we knew forever i wish i'd never   bury the ones we love city streets towns above   the wrath of rising water   the threat of no tomorrow   until our hero comes   until we can save ourselves   until the lungs of the sea retract   . until our own lungs collapse   and she won't and she won't   and she won't know what hit her until she's already gone