.The furrowed bed of sand worries again.
As it had before, waves left the land.
Before the tide leaves the child weeping alone.
Letting go of the anchors and all the lines.
[Chorus:]
Waiting for the fingers of the grey wave.
Or his mother hands to roll over h.
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