[Verse 1 - Spoken, calm, over the drone and piano] The wave is afraid of the flat. It thinks the trough is its death. It spends its whole brief crest in terror... of the quiet, the depth. It doesn't know it's made of ocean. It thinks it's just its form, its motion. [Chorus ] **And I have been that wave. I have been that fright.** **Clutching at my shape in the dissolving light.** **But the shape was never mine to keep.** **It was just the ocean... changing its mind about how to sleep.** **I am not the crest. I am the wet.** **I am not the wanting... I am where the wanting is met.** [Verse 2 ] This "I," this knot of ache and name... It tightens with every fear, every claim. But the knot is tied in water. And water... cannot be undone. It can only be still, or be a daughter... of the moon, or be a sun. [Chorus ] **And I have been that wave. I have been that fright.** **Clutching at my shape in the dissolving light.** **But the shape was never mine to keep.** **It was just the ocean... changing its mind about how to sleep.** **I am not the crest. I am the wet.** **I am not the wanting... I am where the wanting is met.** [Bridge] When this shape returns to the deep... It won't be a loss for the water to weep. It will be a homecoming. A release of a strain. The ocean... taking a breath... before a new rain. [Outro] I am the water... identifying as water.
