Bored by the ecstasy
Winding to the death of me
Burned out the thrill
Of a Sunday night chill
In a cavern at Wind and Sea
The ocean breeze makes me free
Swallow the salt water down
Until my lungs begin to drown
Barely feeling the rush of waves
That push me to the hollow caves
And diamonds inside
Try to quicken my mind
It's too late for great fortunes
Don't forgive me of my sins
The beckoning of the sharp rocks call
I stumble---and I fall
Close to the end of a story untold
Spiraling down in the bitter, wet cold
