Holding onto this thought too long
Your fervent words will fade away
Twisting palms, every breeze a psalm
Your rosary lost in the bay
I pray to god this fog might clear
Exposing cobalt waves
Although you're gone, I'm still okay
Or so I appear
Washed ashore from the ocean floor
Expecting blue, but you've been gray
I pray to god this fog might clear
Exposing cobalt waves
Although you're gone, I'm still okay
Or so I appear
In time, your absence might keep me floating
