Текст песни
I watch the hill, built from fragments of tales
The wind carries off a beautiful scene
No room for corrections, no theories prevail
Just cold settling in, and nowhere to be
I whisper old poems by heart in the dark
Words like glass shards cut deep in my hands
But far off, the sorrow begins to depart
Where waves call me forward, and time softly bends
The ocean is healing me, washing it all
Saltwater tides carry sorrow away
I breathe in the sunsets, the daylight’s soft call
As rhythms of waves fade into the gray
I run from the shadows where dreams used to sleep
With crumpled old verses tucked deep in my coat
Chasing a horizon I’m trying to keep
A thousand quiet steps on a desolate coast
I whisper old poems by heart in the dark
Words like glass shards cut deep in my hands
But far off, the sorrow begins to depart
Where waves call me forward, and time softly bends
The ocean is healing me, washing it all
Saltwater tides carry sorrow away
I breathe in the sunsets, the daylight’s soft call
As rhythms of waves fade into the gray
The cold… fades away
The ocean weeps with me
The tide… calls me home
The ocean is healing me! (healing me)
The ocean is healing me! (washing it clean)
Fragments of verses, a compass at night
The cold melts away to the whisper of tide
I’m done with the waiting, I’m chasing the light
Where ice turns to water with every slow stride
The ocean is healing me, washing it all
Saltwater tides carry sorrow away
I breathe in the sunsets, the daylight’s soft call
As rhythms of waves fade into the gray
A hill made of sorrow
Left far behind
The ocean… heals
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