Ropes, Pt. 2

So, the waves are high and they're crashing to shore
 They could easily take you with them to the deep
 Though you are sedentary you are flying through space
 You're so tempted to give yourself for them to keep
 But there's a tiny disturbing distraction
 Slightly waking you up, glancing at someone
 It seems like a person yelling through glass
 And yes' there's a sound now, appears like the sun
 This state of eternal sleep, of agony consumes you
 The burden of life, of breath, feels heavier than stones do
 And so, when a sound so frail, so pure, so strong then comes through
 Your sleep is moved by the tiniest splash because it is true
 Wreck Sad Fog Dread Down Host Less Why?
 Fall Wreck Numb Sad Wrong Fog Sick Dread
 Hurt Down Fault
 Host Beg Less Why? Loss
 Fall Wreck Numb Sad Wrong Fog Sick
 Dread Hurt Down Fault Host Beg Less Why? Lost
 But the sound is too weak and the sun too bright
 You're tired now and moving numbs you with fright
 Is this making you worse or is this relief?
 Looking back on your life in a state of grief?
 Despite being numb and deaf, the ropes will always hang there
 The breeze will make them sway so passively and say guilt
 Hard to tell if someone was here or
 Not through this constant nightmare
 Looking through a window into this house you didn't build