Evening Gray and Morning Red

Wading in dark waters, a shovel at my side
 Digging a grave for the depths to fill with defeat that I would hide
 Hearing grace kiss the waves but afraid of the breakers roar
 Who would set sail to hold a candle amidst a thunderstorm?
 Like a hand grasping to sand I am filled and emptied constantly
 How could I quiet the ocean that's in front of me?
 Toil and sweat and aspiration is but wringing rags into the deep
 Tell me how I would ever stay the swarming seas
 Am I chasing the wind?
 Am I drowning in the shallow end?
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 Counting every step I take and boundaries you've assigned
 But Davy Jones he beckons me back to die amongst the brine
 Feet still sinking further, my body's run a shore
 Only in my nightmares have I seen this once before
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 Drowning in the shallow under the weight of the undertow
 Drowning in the shallow under the weight of the undertow
 Like a hand grasping to sand I am filled and emptied constantly
 How could I quiet the ocean that's in front of me?
 Toil and sweat and aspiration is but wringing rags into the deep
 Tell me how I would ever stay the swarming seas
 Am I chasing the wind?
 Am I drowning in the shallow end?
 Am I chasing the wind?
 Am I drowning in the shallow end?