Sittin' Back
Smell of the ocean
Somwhere out
In the black

Lightning strikes
Thunder mics
Gods fury
At all of us

New moon
You're gone too soon
I don't know how to react
Just yet

I feel just like a beached whale
Quiet Panic before I set sail...
...If I do

Feet in the sand
This wasn't planned
But I'll be damned
If I'm held back

Tongue in my cheek
Not sure to speak
My Mind,
Or say I'm just fine

I feel just like a beached whale
Quiet Panic before I set sail...
...If I do