Each day starting the same Terminal waste and my world’s a screen Exhaust, permanent rain Gray is the taste of this restless sleep But there in the distance Through the sun and the spray Path of least resistance In the arms of the waves… Song from deep in the sea Some melody tells me it’s alright Waist-deep, bury my dreams Radiant blues to the blackest night I want to windsurf Through the sun and the spray Never feel winter Or these vanishing days Gliding wistfully, a paper plane Skipping through the crashing waves I’ll follow blindly All the teachings of the tide That look in your eyes Of sparkle and sky I’ll follow blindly All the teachings of the tide That look in my eyes: Abandoned desire Of terror acquired Sundown, hesitant rays Lie in the shade, still the world’s a screen Foot-deep, failing to say Sailing to fade from this restless sleep I want to windsurf Or some other way To never feel winter Or these vanishing days Tropical notions In vague disarray But I can’t stand the ocean So I file it away