One foot on land, one on a boat,
Rocking back and forth at the mercy of
Waves crashing onto the shore on a warm summer night,
When high tide comes in.
And it pulls.
I can't choose which leg to stand on.
When rocky ground makes my muscles weak,
All I need is someone to rock me off to sleep,
But the thunderstorm in my mind won't stop.
Acid rain burns through my umbrella,
But my skin is used to it.
I hear the sizzling and remember why it's hailing,
Although I don't know when it started.
The four seasons are just a dream that I cannot see,
Behind the frost of a warm summer night,
When red is blue, orange is green and I am...
