There rises a great tempest in the sea but you are asleep
You hear sounds but the words are lost in the deep
What foul wind leaves promises battered in their wake
It feels you’re pulling destiny but this rope will break
Out beyond the waves theres no turning back
Is it your reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on your hand
You trace and erase your face in the sand
Naked now your skin is crawling
You sit in your 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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