this spring of love resembles the uncertain glory of an april day. the sun beating against our necks. horizons still burnt in my mind. to the girl that can't forgive me.

take these misunderstandings and send them back where they came from. take these misunderstandings, it's hard enough to live life as it is.

binded, hooked on an anchor
all Nereids beware

a shipwreck left stranded a castaway
coast to coast the high seas echo 'it's not you it's me'
if the wind were down, i could drive the boat with my sighs

now her corpse lies lifeless
where x marks the spot
at the bottom of the ocean floor
the finest treasures are buried under waves
all Nereids beware
the finest treasures are buried under waves
a shipwreck left stranded a castaway