Here’s the world I swore wasn’t woman.
Here’s the world that mirrors my night.
Here’s the world I scream where you were.
Here’s the world that might hurt my eyes.
Here’s the world that sees to be opened up.
Here’s the world that treasures its light.
Here’s the world that sinks
As I tuck you for miles.
Since fourteen I’ve swam
Through your night still
As sweet, sweet sea.
Now I’ve flung from the depths
Of your black sun.
My sea. My sea. So sweet.
The sea. Such peace with the wind there
Carrying me deep.
The sea. Such peace.
The sea is there for my eyes.
An oyster makes its way
To the palm of my and.
«Toss it back».
My Sea.
This world misfires its ice
And its trees are as high as they can grow.
The sea is my own machine in fact
And its magic is fire to my soul.
My Sea.