Testo The Strand

The more I try

The more I feel i'm missing

The more I run

The more my feet keep slipping
The more I think

The more I tend to worry

The more I look

I see my thoughts before me



And I dream of a strand

As I struggle on the waves

And I see the end of a passing day
As I see the strand

In the corners of my mind

Windows offer the view

Of a coming day



The more I stretch

The more these walls confine me

The more I beg

The less it all seems likely

The more I mind

The matter that surrounds me

The more I find

My thoughts before me



Drifting on an open sea

Shipwrecked clinging to broken beams

Waters to my neck

I strain to catch my breath

Drifting in the boundaries

I've built up deep within me

Waters to my neck

I strain to catch my breath

I'm tired of treading again

I'm swimming to the strand