I set my sights on brighter lights, just to find a dull florescent buzz, my shadow's grown ten feet behind me stretching from coastal tides that I used to wash my feet of the miles that I thought I'd walked
Allusions of the past always passing me by, but an ocean vast and full of life the endless dive If just to shake the cold off of my back and point my front ahead In spite of a bitter winter I may be thinner I still remember Nightmares of swinging feet, won't weigh me down With nothing left behind I won't be held in suspension But I'm not wrong to miss you, I'm wrong to carry your bags. It's been so long I'll let them go to stay in photographs.