| Red Sea |
|---|
| 14 quiet days |
| These hours just slept in your place |
| White sand and a vague sense of youth |
| How can I get through? |
| It’s a violent truth that I’m like you |
| 16 lonely hours, no sun or depth |
| 15 dreams of you all alone |
| But still far from reach |
| Crosses traced in white sand |
| It’s a violent truth that I’m like you |
| You said the first time was so perfect |
| But the rest was all just wrong |
| You said there too many gone too long |
