One Single Wave
Bare tree in the moonlight, don't worry me.
Black crow on its rooftop, can't barely see.
Air is getting thinner now, getting hard to breathe.
And I can hear your footsteps, runnin' back to me.
One too many voices, screamin' in my head.
Can't make out a single thing, anyone has said.
Visions of you rise and fall, beneath an ivory thread.
One breaks free and makes his move, tryin' to get ahead.
One single wave, crashes on the sand.
Wonderin' where it came from, some distant land.
With the sun and the wind in my hair, I turn to make my stand.
You just laugh with the moon by your side, laughin' hand in hand.
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