WhiteCaps & RipTides
I'm buried in the sandThe work of my own hand
My head is sticking out
Askin', what's this about?
The tide is rushing in
I'm hoping I can swim
If only I could stand
I'd be a better man
I'd be a better man
I know
Whitecaps crash
Rip tides pull
It happens fast
And it goes
Whitecaps crash
Rip tides pull
It happens fast
The ocean of my time
Swallowed ground I thought was mine
Water with a sting
Whitecaps crowned as kings
The ocean teams with life
But deep is dark of light
Under I can't breathe
Above brings relief
And I can't reach
I know
Whitecaps crash
Rip tides pull
It happens fast
As it goes
Whitecaps crash
Rip tides pull
It happens fast
It happens fast.
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