Will I ever understand these tides of life? 
How they change with the wind, 
how they changed you and I? 

Look at the waves, see how they crash for you. 
Look at the waves child, see how they crash into. 
Everything you know is hanging by a thread. 
Everything you love is soon to be dead. 
I believe that dying means “having lived”, 
so I rather spend my days knowing that I’m not wasting anything. 
So where did they go? 
What did the last past years turn into? 
I guess we will never know, 
so wake me up if it’s time to go.