Said the hurricane to the ocean, "Half a truth garners full devotion"
Half asleep, the notion. If you're hiding, well I am hiding
The wind gets tired of running away from everything
The sun gets tired of dangling above the precipice of nothingness
I'd light Heaven and Earth afire, if I thought the flames would rival those that burn inside her
She burns
Thought the end result of intention, "We made it here who needs convention?"
I will fail to mention if you're lying, well I am lying
The wind gets tired of running away from everything
The sun gets tired of dangling above the precipice of nothingness
I'd light Heaven and Earth afire, if I thought the flames would rival those that burn inside her
She burns
The ocean's tide calls as a friend. Come again, come again
Come let feet feel the sand. Come again, come again
The ocean's tide calls as a friend. Come again, come again
Come let feet feel the sand. Come again, come again
The wind gets tired of running away from everything
The sun gets tired of dangling above the precipice of nothingness
I'd light Heaven and Earth afire, if I thought the flames would rival those that burn inside her
She burns
She burns
She burns