Testo: If I Had Eyes. The Storm That Buried Celawyth City.

seashore the crashing of waves against the sand is pivotal
to the nature to the situation to the situation
demonstrating which is lacking in concept in substance
when the waves dont crash against the sand
they bury the ones we love city streets towns above
the wrath of rising water the threat of no tomorrow
like storm clouds like a dream bury us all in an aquamarine grave
under the sands of time and we will be erased
from the time we knew forever i wish i'd never
bury the ones we love city streets towns above
the wrath of rising water
the threat of no tomorrow
until our hero comes

until we can save ourselves
until the lungs of the sea retract
. until our own lungs collapse
and she won't and she won't
and she won't know what hit her until she's already gone