Sometimes all I need is some time away
To finally be able to breathe
A new perspective in a place
Without a single familiar face
But lately these same old ghosts
They pull me under
These same old ghosts
They pull me under
I've been on these seas for some time now
And they crash much like I do
White-capped and forlorn
I'm reaching for the surface stroke by stroke
Somewhere between the sea and the shoreline
That's where I'll be
Lost in life but more so in death
That's the place for me