There you are, on the wave beneath
the time, attached to the place you see.
Focused in your illusion, on the relieve
of thousands drowned in the stormy sea.
There you are, at the sparky height of low,
believing on the flawless dream you've been.
Regardless the time and place you follow
the ones who thought they'd never seen.
There you are, beauty prodigy who stare
the light that blurs the pathway to lore.
Turning the soft reality to an harsh nightmare,
you find yourself struggling to go ashore.
There you are, noticing the sweet redemption
that is closer than the wave you were on.
The end is near, the thunder I hear.
You've fallen dead and cold,
the future to your son you sold,
he is now the one who thinks
you'd never seen the thousand sinks.