Sangtekst: Crustation. Face The Waves.

No tomorrows left in shadow

I lack the discipline to face the waves
And drown inside of them
My nature is to spin like a grain of sand
Whenever a tide comes in

The certainties have shifted
Words deleted, incompleted
The hissing drift of wintering
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain

No tomorrows left in shadow

Like beggars, we would meet again
In the months to come and the years
Exchanging consciousness
Exchanging reason and tears

Released from all the pain
Only a bittersweet savor remains
And the barest have to glow
A trace of that state of floating peace

No tomorrows left in shadow