Monday, August 07, 2006

Experimental Piece

While standing in that empty place
That didn't seem to have an end
Only then could I say I know why

The oceans are calling to rivers, to streams
To come home to the place where we belong

There's never enough tears to fill the ocean
Never enough remorse to flood the land
But there has to be a way to say I'm sorry
To you --

Oceans are calling, waters are saying, singing -- Oh
Come back to the water and you'll find your release

But between here and there we're standing
Everywhere and nowhere, nothing to say
Only wanting to come back to you.

And the ocean is pulling, fierce as tides and drowning
And it's calling us, calling us, calling back from the end.

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