The Ocean - Nothington

It’s wearing at your soul

Success, failure, the rest

The forty plus you work

Leaves you bitter, discontent

We’re so cold

Our hearts so dearly need to be sewn

We both are so cold

To follow is to submit to be a clone

We weren’t the first ones to learn

Your traditions are fuel to burn

Won’t be the last ones to move

Away from your false reason, we go

So now you’re moved on

Well I’m still here

You’re grown up by now

And I remain queer

We’re so cold

Lose our decisions to instinct alone

The last ones to move on

I love the ocean

'cause only there do my fears seem small

I love the ocean

'cause only there do my fears seem…