The sea is coming through the floor
Oceans in the hall have become the port
The bay races further down
Sea, once so calm, washes over the town

Seems your road is perfectly lit
And your will has been mine
Hands perfectly tied

Waves can barely carry the weight
That can come from your mouth
I'll keep running the house
The sea has left a long, long trail
And your deep well
Is drying up in this hell