Ebb

I'd take the lashes that caused your scars. I'd share your losses - everything is ours. There is no burden that sits too heavy, there is no feeling that lifts so light. I'd make my home here. A safe place to call our own. To set root and watch it grow. - I'd make my home here. All I have is this and my stubbornness. A safe place to call our own. A safe place to make our home. Stone into sand, broken down. Washed out to sea with the tide. All that's left is to shake. All that's left is the blame. Wash out to sea with the tide. All I have is this time, washed out to sea.