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Album: Ghosts Again
I see them walking out on the shore, with their familiar faces.
Not sure I know them anymore, did I misplace my graces?
Oh God oh God I keep on asking, are these seeds still drowning?
When your eyes finally fall on me, I want to see what you see.
And if we give it our best shot, there's no way were going down.
The sea's depth has capped our breathing.
All that's left is a term of repeating.
He's still calling out our names.
I'm rowing away.
I've said all I've wanted to say.
Your voice is still beckoning, could this be my reckoning?
My bones sway side to side, what am I trying to hide?
Lost in the waves, of the one who saves.
And if we give it our best shot, there's no way were going down.
The sea's depth has capped our breathing.
All that's left is a term of repeating.
He's still calling out our names, asking us to pull up the frames.
Neglecting His voice with the sound of our choices.
But in spite of all that's happened, I'm still taking a stand with the captain.
I see these days lost here in sight and the dark kept in my eyes.
All I need is to be stable in this wake.
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