Old Sault piosenki

Searching for a pulse From this bed, I almost felt it Blinded by the false Reflections that the sun lit And I am alone Waiting for the answers And I don’t belong Blinded by the false reflections that the sun lit It’s slow to surface It’s slow to surf...

Small spark in my eyes light the water like a flume Compass mind directing me to you Big head, a lonely waterfall; the moon I'm coming back, I'm coming back for you And so I know the wind might blow And knock over my only way back to the coast Lifeless...