I'm accustomed to darkness,
The light feels strange.
Carry yourself across these waves,
Away from me.
Your efforts are in vain.
I hold emptiness in my palms,
Nothing more to give.
Carry yourself across these waves,Before I change my mind,
And make the same mistakes again.
9. Waves
I'm accustomed to darkness,
The light feels strange.
Carry yourself across these waves,
Away from me.
Your efforts are in vain.
I hold emptiness in my palms,
Nothing more to give.
Carry yourself across these waves,Before I change my mind,
And make the same mistakes again.