each day starting the same terminal waste and my worlds a screen exhaust permanent rain gray is the taste of this restless sleep but there in the distance through the sun and the spray path of least resistance in the arms of the waves song from deep in the sea some melody tells me its alright waist deep bury my dreams radiant blues to the blackest night i want to windsurf through the sun and the spray never feel winter or these vanishing days gliding wistfully a paper plane skipping through the crashing waves ill follow blindly all the teachings of the tide that look in your eyes of sparkle and sky ill follow blindly all the teachings of the tide that look in my eyes abandoned desire of terror acquired sundown hesitant rays lie in the shade still the worlds a screen foot deep failing to say sailing to fade from this restless sleep i want to windsurf or some other way to never feel winter or these vanishing days tropical notions in vague disarray but i cant stand the ocean so i file it away