Arms Of The Sea-Textures

Arms Of The Sea - Textures Man, born Locked down by the water Hear the rustle spat out from the corner As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea. Sheer bliss. The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale. We must be born anew To paint our portraits like the way we are We must learn to breathe again To reach the core of patterns in our souls. Maybe we are something we are not It gives us a reason to be The spine of our soulless approach That gives us a reason to die. Grand your light to the sun And turn your back on the shells At the shores, the sea. Sow your seeds into the soil And recall the ideas that we shared In the years that we spent to progress. Oversee to be free, mesmerize And try to embrace the arms that come forth By the days of resurgence stream. Change me Drain all blood from the wounds And sleep your woes, slumbering Shed your skin and swim Right into the arms of the sea. The waves lifting, rising from the oceans The undertow breathes again As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea. The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale. Maybe we are something we are not That gives us a reason to be The spine of our mental approach That gives us a reason to live.