The sun always peeks out from behind the clouds
and most people would like that.
But not me.
I'm never content..
not at the bottom of the ocean,
not at the top of the world
(I'm hangin' high in the clouds).
I heard it told once
that the sea breathes salty,
but so do black boxes
when they're crying.
It's always just a fisherman's tale
of how good it was.
It's always just a memory
that we forgot to photograph.
It's okay.
It's okay.
The snow needs to melt anyway.
Melt into the ocean..
