Wrestling Currents

The Gift Of The Ghosts

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The tide is rising

From the phases of our faces.

And time's lost in the rhythm

When my heartbeat races.

The air's becoming thin

The taste of salt renews.

We wrap around so tightly,

(drifting apart seems unlikely)

So when the sails have set across the ambient stretch.

The ocean calls my name away from the mundane.

And i'll hold and i'll wait for your answer to come through.

Chorus:

Our figures meet like waves crashing down.

Trapped in the current, screaming honestly,

For my hands, outstretched, to pull you out.

We'll embrace until the end. you'll see.

Even when the storms are rough (we row alone)

The clouds teaming against us (we hold our own)

A flash of light to bring us down (we hope for home)

We'll swim against the tide.

We won't drown.

We won't go down.

And when the sun's over the horizon,

It's a sight to set our eyes upon again.

Just another trek, a new stretch 'til ground.

Chorus.

Even when the storms are rough (we row alone)

The clouds teaming against us (we hold our own)

A flash of light to bring us down (we hope for home)

We'll swim against the tide.

We won't drown.

We won't go down.