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I feel heavy, I feel weighted |
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And I feel hungry, I feel wasted |
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Oh, I can't put my finger on my feelings |
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Put my ear to the ceiling, where is that coming from? |
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Where are you coming from? |
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I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean |
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I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free |
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Some days it feels like the ocean lies inside of me |
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Lies inside of me |
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And I feel paralysed, been cut down to size |
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I hardly have the strength, to open up my eyes |
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Coz I am swollen, and this has stolen my sanity |
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Well it's hard to see beyond this when it's fighting against me |
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Yeah! |
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I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean |
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I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free |
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Some days it feels like the ocean lies inside of me |
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Lies inside of me |
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The waves crash in, the tide rolls out |
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I stand before my weakness now |
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You took my faith and cut me down |
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The ocean it lies, it lies inside me now! |
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The ocean! |
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The ocean! |
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I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean |
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I've been praying for the day that my spirit |
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I'm just waiting for the walls of my insides to come clean |
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I've been praying for the day that my spirit is finally free |
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Some days it feels like the ocean lies inside of me |
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Lies inside of me |
