[Verse 1]
Listen to the ocean breathing. Look at that shimmering sequence
Waves in rhythm leap and they fall in the arms of a beach all season
See warm colors brew: saturation; blue sky turn caffeinated
David playing that magic chord: drew “Hallelujah,” I’m captivated
And it pleased the Lord: masterpiece. “Framed” in His image, He “captured” me
That aperture, that shutter speed that master has what that camera need And we only got one “shot;” but how could a subject decide the exposure? We may have the freedom but what do we really exert our control over?
I am not sovereign. I’m just another cog in the locket
He giveth and taketh but who am I questioning God and His logic?
You fluent in ignorance thinking that death isn’t true to his promise
He’s proven to be indisputably ruthless, brutally honest
It’s pretty and all, but what good is it really in building a bond
I told this beach how beautiful it was more times than I ever told mom
I marvel deep in expressing a reverent praise to a body of water when secretly
When hurting, and searching for words to affirm is my cousin who ended his journey too early
I stared at your picture. Stood at your viewing
I knew you were hurting. My stomach is full of excuses
I wanted to help, didn’t know how to do it, the silence is brutal
Maybe refraining from speaking the Truth is just as abusive
I am in tune as I study the wave run from and to, and examine the movement
Whether I want it or not, the water had brought the intention so “clear” to pursue
This is my cue: but I am resistant who am I kidding there isn’t a difference This was the mission while “we were still sinners:” this is the infinite gift of persistence
I wish I could be like the water that creep up in clutching your ankles
I wish I could be as the sea is repeatedly reaching: so faithful
We get thrown to the bottom to break and are brought to the brink of the fatal
But even the waves stumble and fall, at just the right angle: you see a rainbow
I’m critically short of the virtue I value
Fighting the very same demon that seem to be lurking around you
My only regret are my words of affection are so misdirected
So I came back here trying to talk to God and then He taught me a lesson

[Chorus]
Maybe I was too late
I was too concerned with myself
Maybe I was too late
I was too immersed with my realm
Father can you make our love like waves?