The water rising, ever so

A rushing angry ebb and flow

A marking carved into your wall

Without a meaning, no meaning at all

The panic building, building still

I'm trapped inside against my will

Furious tides are angry at me

They thrash, they rage, they make me see

I sink to the bottom of the flooding room

And find a message I did not assume

In scribbled writing and fading words

Your feelings that I never heard

Back to the marking carved in your wall

Inside a cyclone, a fading squall

I see your words, I see the sign

And how our destinies intertwine.