a pattern for what will shape the line
overreached by the things to come
it's not the wind that cools the ground
it's these feelings just released
it's in these moments we start to think
sentient as you may be
a new picture for you to freeze
in which i try to hide so deep
hearten we put us self to rest
ignited by hopes of trust
the wind has lost its breath
and calmed the seas we're in
how simple to let us drift
in a moment when nothing's real
it's time to wake up from this dream
and taste the water that we're in
there was a time we looked at water
there was a time i felt afraid
alone i sit and watch the flowers
seems like they have all been coloured grey
there was a time we looked at water
there was a time i felt afraid
for all the cures you had to offer
the pathogen is still in me