The day is done, I've closed the door On all the things I did before But this fatigue, it's a different kind It's a heavy blanket on my mind It's not the role that I resent It's the endless turnpike, the endless hike Of keeping all the threads connected For promises I have long protected And though I stand upon this shore I feel the pull of something more It's a constant, quiet certainty That draws my gaze across the sea I wouldn't call it real distress It's just my nature, more or less The sun is out, I'm miles away Supposed to be forgetting yesterday But my mind wanders to a distant sound Of silent chaos, I've somehow found I promised myself I'd leave it be But a single thought keeps haunting me And in the quiet, truth appears A picture forming, crystal clear And though I stand upon this shore I feel the pull of something more It's a constant, quiet certainty That draws my gaze across the sea I wouldn't call it real distress It's just my nature, more or less I made a promise to the breeze But echoes reach me even here This tug-of-war inside my chest Between the calm I came to find And the quiet, constant, gentle pull That makes my willing heart so full And though I stand upon this shore I feel the pull of something more It's a constant, quiet certainty That draws my gaze across the sea I wouldn't call it real distress It's just my nature, more or less The ocean's calm... the breeze is warm... But part of me... can't quite reform... One final glance... before the storm... This other heart... can't be reborn...
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