The ocean hums like a tired machine
Salt stinging the wounds we never learned to heal
Are we counting the days left on the clock
Or just pretending that time is cheap?
We feed the flames with our breath and dreams
Wondering why the air tastes like smoke and fear
I saw a skyline dripping with fire
And the trees whispered in a language we forgot
Do you feel it too, the quiet tremor in your chest
As the earth turns slower, sighing in its sleep?
The ocean hums like a tired machine
Salt stinging the wounds we never learned to heal
We feed the flames with our breath and dreams
Wondering why the air tastes like smoke and fear
They tell us to pray,
To kneel before their glittering towers
But the saints are all drowning in concrete
We are the ones left to sweep up the wreckage
A generation taught to make angels from ash
But no one told us how to find wings
When the sky's been sold to the highest bids
The ocean hums like a tired machine
Salt stinging the wounds we never learned to heal
We feed the flames with our breath and dreams
Wondering why the air tastes like smoke and fear
We feed the flames with our breath and dreams
Wondering why the air tastes like smoke and fear