I'm a really boring person you see.
I stare out the window at night
Thinking about how things weren't right
How I cried about the wind blowing against the sea.
Don't you realize the land and sea are at war,
to sea who can win the strongest wind.
Now my death lays ahead of me, as the sea 
Takes over the land. And drowns us all.



But then I lost you,
counting the stars,
while you were my moon.