I want to
ride the wave
to leave it all behind
to be washed away
I will conquer the sun
to steal the light
that marks myself -

(it started as a surprise
a well-known friend invading the
nights
am I not what I ought to be
spinning around in my darkened
room)

- I'll ride the wave
to leave it all behind
to be washed away
I'll conquer the sunto steal the light
that marks myself -

ride the wave
ride the wave
ride the wave

(rusted chair in the corner
sheets - empty words - erased
cover the shades
unspoken wishes echoing to the centre
Ahead! they said -
prefered to stay in the past)

I don't need to whisper
I prefer to roar
if you want to touch me
I'm already a part of the
undertow
if you want to seek me
I'm already sunken
if you want to drown me -
I'm already drunk