...and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was I then saved?

Oh, loveable liar

You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice?



Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes

I could never have predicted this loss of self and time



And I am crushed against your stone

(Under the silence, the grinding silence)



...and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a single wound

You cannot remake this

You grind me to dust with your pain

Now, will you let me have mine?



And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride:

I never wanted this to be

I never wanted this



And I am crushed against your stone

(Under the silence, the grinding silence)