There arose a great tempest in the sea but I was asleep
From the depths of the waters a stranger looks back
Stretched on the waves theres no turning back
My reflection wont freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
Naked now our skins are crawling
We sit in our bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still-Nausher

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