Texty: Endless Hallway. Shallows.

Along the veins in a sea,
shallows and pockets are shimmering
tall as they get, water rises
and sinks the vegetation that holds me down

and i let the waves over my head
peeling away forever and on
i get lost in all the languages we speak in
and i'm never home when you write
i look away from every sign
i get lost in all the languages we speak

they needed places to stay
water fills footsteps and fades away
i've neglected all my blackest mistakes
and they all collected to push me down

i'm lost in cold water, lost in the sea