Cry to the Sea (Paradelle)

Your brow folds like the rolling oceans
Your brow folds like the rolling oceans
Your eyes fill with tidal despair
Your eyes fill with tidal despair
Your rolling eyes folds your brow
Like the tidal oceans fill with despair

You lap at the shore of emotion
You lap at the shore of emotion
And wait for the moon to move you
And wait for the moon to move you
You move of the moon to shore
And lap at the emotion you wait for

Your feelings scrape like sand
Your feelings scrape like sand
And sting with the salt you cry
And sting with the salt you cry
Cry your sting and scrape salt
With you, the feeling’s like sand

At the moon of emotion you move
The folds with salt-like despair
And your brow fill to your cry
The shore you wait for rolling
Like tidal eyes you scrape the lap
And feelings sting your sand with oceans