Facing the Sea - DROELOE, SEM

The tide comes in, up to my knees, walking on

Till I belong, the waves are high, reaching my lungs, was I wrong?

To try and find whatever was left of me

When I don’t mind leaving the rest of me, behind

Looking hard for what I can be

Write my promise deep in the sand

Everybody’s facing the sea, again

Looking hard for what I can be

Write my promise deep in the sand

Everybody’s facing the sea, again

Looking hard for what I can be

Writing all my promises in the sand

Everybody’s facing the sea

Again, again

Looking hard for what I can be

Writing all my promises in the sand

Everybody’s facing the sea

Again (again)

(Looking hard for what I can be

Writing all my promises in the sand

Everybody’s facing the sea

Again, again)