You say you've found salvation.
In a sea of blue and grey,
And there you softly sing your life away-
The waves, the tides, the air, the breeze,
Fretting the time of winter's freeze.
And the waves, they toss around and around,
You say this is freedom, the place you've found.
Presumably rough and not well-kept,
You favor the place where many have once wept,
Lying to their conscience that logic's the truth,
The waves never giving any sign of significant proof.