Where do promisses go after sundown?
Do they just disappear like a boat leaving land?
What are words if not spoken sincerely?
They are worth nothing more than a hand full of sand.
I could just wait here in silent devotion
let the weeks pass in a constant concern
But I won't do that! To hell with your ocean!
Tell me why did you promissed you'd always return.
What are stories if nobody listens?
Do you tell them to stars over waters unknow?
Do the winds whisper softly like I do?
Do the whales sing you songs when you're all on your own?
I could just wait here in silent devotion
Lay here all worried at night in my bed
That I won't do! Back to hell with your ocean!
So I damm you,
and curse you,
and wish you were dead!
Well I need you and want you,
You're still in my head