A thunderstorm a distant shore, I've witnessed this before.
Patience was fleeting
If a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me.
I'll wait forever.
Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well.
Waves bring back my coins to me.
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells.
Slaves of sand still call for mе.
I once had love to give.
I once had hoped to live.
The rarest stones will break my bones and golden salt stops my lungs.
The perfect limbs and haunting eyes begs the seas: begin to rise.
Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well.
Waves bring back my coins to me.
Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells.
Slaves of sand still call for me.
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