It will rise up from below us From the gutters, it creeps into our lives It could drive the thought of us Of our families, erase them from our minds Well, maybe my fear of the ocean will subside When I become the energy in the tide or the moon's light As it creeps it's way to your bedside When dreaming of homes all dried up and gone The shoe prints on the floor The decaying of the once good wood Now buried in our minds My throat's cracked and beaten My back's whipped and torn The glasses you once wore Don't have a use anymore Where do we go, what will we eat The only promise I can keep is the one Where I say I'll meet you again, reborn from the sand The glasses you once wore don't have a use anymore We all float down here