The First - Peace & Wave

Since I started being impressed By the things that move me All the treasures that I missed Came back to stand around me And as I curse the wasted time I lift my head to say Thank you God you gave the strength That helped me walk away All the fear and anger Still stays within my heart And I can't recall the last time I imagined they'd depart But this is what I'm going to do When they force me to doubt I'll ask for what I know remains To help me sing them out As rays of sun shine through the clouds To heat the soaking ground So when we come to sing the shouts We'll burn the theatres down Let every disbelieving sneer That looked me in the back Turn, come towards us, and feel the first attack.

You were last on my list. I've been throwing fits about following up with what we started. Every few weeks or so I'm freaking out. Throw my fist to the top of my car, Screaming to God, Telling him what I think he knows nothing about. It feels nice to grab a hammer to the brick wall in my mind. So darling, I suppose that's why I'm back again this time. Cause I don't wanna make you angry. I don't need a reason to tell you so. I don't wanna fail my family. I'm avoiding disappointment. 'Cause I don't wanna see that movie. I don't wanna watch that video. I know the scene ain't pretty-- Things I believe. You were first to the feast. I've been waiting weeks, 'Cause I've been talking in my sleep. And every few years or so I flip my shit 'Cause I can't find the means to quit. So darling, I suppose that's it. Darling, I suppose that's it. So, potion and light for atonement. Go on, try to get by in the moment. Is it the pace of the fog that you're facing now, Or is it part of your sight that's the culprit? I was in love with a modern day Maia, On call for a plundering prize at the pulpit. I know if I was in medicine I'd take my fortune and screw on my head again. Oh, goddamn Hollywood for making me think too much. Soft round the edges, I'm hot to the touch. God bless this mess for making me drink too much. You were next in the row, And I want you to know that it was good to let this go 'Cause it was making me think too much. You were quick to the punch, But we want what we want And I can't help the things I don't 'Cause it was making me hate my guts. You were first to the feast, and I've been waiting weeks. You were last on my list, and I wasted all my time for this.

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach To find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

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