Seating myself on a park bench
On a chilly day in late December,
I try to rest myself of this memory
Looking over the cold blue sea
The waters are crashing to the ground
Climbing their way toward me
Recoiling away from me
Oh... how nature does mock me
I can’t keep my eyes off you
It’s something in your dancing
That leaves me wondering
If the next crash will be a little closer
And a little stiller
What makes you so restless sea?
What is it that you can’t tell me?
I’ve sat here a long time with you sea.
Surely you can trust me?
Is this just you playing with me?
I hate leaving this cold bench
My time with you I always cherish
But I fear I may lose my head
If my heart doesn’t accept that you just won’t stop
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