i know why they say books can be your one escape
and why my voice sounds so much scratched on tape
i know why life can hurt while love can lift
us higher yet fall where no sands will ever sift

i hold time in its esteem yet try to comprehend
why these lost hours are found blinking in her eyes
i throw my hands in the air and try best to withstand
the glance that escapes her eyes meets me as i die

i ply the seas i wash my eyes the salt still aches
these tears well in my eyes yet i know i am not awake