Have you turned around again

And seen the sun plough your endings

In sights of your own way out

If I could take you in the waves

If you turn everything around

From every little time I know

Is it wrong?

I sit on my arms

Ten years into your arms

Stuck in your world

Fighting at the beach every day

Three days into the splutter

But the clouds are still blazing

Throughout the last days in the mornings

We've been told, and still, you wait

Your reasons are all gone

As you lie awake through fiction lies

You taste blue eyes

And how cold you are

When you last told me

That you could show

All is wrong

Nervous days, breathing, raining

On the walls that wait