[Verse 1] You left a seashell on the sill. A tiny, pearlescent, hollow prayer. And now the room is standing still, And holding on to just the air. And if I press it to my ear... The ocean I hear... is only here. [Chorus] It's not the sea, it's just the blood. A lonely, living, rushing flood. A memory of your hand, so warm... Riding out this quiet storm. In this hollow, porcelain dome... The only sea... is the one I've known. [Verse 2] The dust is dancing in the light. That cuts a path across the floor. A final argument we had that night... I can't remember what it was for. Just the echo and the ache... And the decision... you had to make. [Chorus] It's not the sea, it's just the blood. A lonely, living, rushing flood. A memory of your hand, so warm... Riding out this quiet storm. In this hollow, porcelain dome... The only sea... is the one I've known. [Bridge] They say it's just the atmosphere. The resonance of my own fear. A trick of physics, plain and clear... But they were never... listening here. [Outro] The only sea... is the one I've known. On the windowsill... All alone.
