There's nothing here but hot white sand
and broken glass.
How many miles away
is the ocean?
'Cos I'm tired of crawling
on my hands and my knees,
I can't remember what
standing up feels like.
But when I get there
I'm gonna dive right in,
Cold salt water
On my grateful skin.
I'll take a stick
And write your name in the sand,
Then I'll watch while the waves
Obliterate it....
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