Tehom

Lapsing at my feet
An ocean in front of me
A burning horizon obscuring what I can perceive
And it's always on repeat like cycles in life too small to see
In tiny worlds below our feet

You're always listening
But never offering
You're always listening
But never offering

The smallest sound to instill in me
The slightest comfort in existing

The silence is deafening
And it's starting to get to me
The silence is deafening
And I still can't hear a thing

Crashing on the beach
Your words I can conceive
The twilight comes to take them away from me

Despite what I think and what I may believe
Truth won't reveal itself to me
Like sun behind the clouds shining brilliantly
A pale gray sky stretching for eternity

And it covers me
Oh, it covers me

Existing simply is mythology
A concept ingrained in me like code I can't delete

Despite what I think and what I may believe
Take what was imparted to me

And send it out to sea
And let it sink
Send it out to sea
Let it sink