Texty: Endless Hallway. Grey Flats.

It was over and i felt a hand run over my head
and the wind came and it brought me to the surface of the sand
and i realize that you are here to help me understand
i have a brother

(spit at the sea)

they were after us, the walls are gone, the pipes are hanging
all the money left and you were lost and we were hiding
so i take this time, a time to breathe for all the days they're gone
to find another

only this now, only this now
spit at the sea

we move to something new, only when we want to
alone on the sea that mothered me