Ten voices layer overlapping chants about floating, drowning, and drifting. Repeated lines like "My feet can't touch the ground" and "Wave after wave, slowly drifting away" build texture and atmosphere without telling a story.
Sa.
My feet can't touch the ground Touch
the ground and it feels like I
can see the sands on the horizon
Every time you are not around Slowly
drifting away, Drifting away Wave after wave
Wave after wave Slowly drifting, drifting away
and it feels like drowning Pulling against
the street Pulling against the street.
I wish I could make it easy
Easy to love me, love me Still
I reach to find a way I'm
stuck here in between I'm looking for
the right words to say Slowly drifting,
drifting away Wave after wave Wave after
wave Slowly drifting, drifting away and it
feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the
street Pulling against the street.
Sa.
My face above the water
My feet can't touch the ground Touch the ground
and it feels like I can see
the sands on the horizon Every time
you are not around Slowly drifting away
Drifting away Wave after wave Wave after
wave Slowly drifting, drifting and it feels
like I'm drowning Pulling against the street
Pulling against the stream.
I wish I could make it easy
Easy to love me, love me Still
I reach to find a way I'm
stuck here in between Looking for the
right words to say Slowly drifting, drifting
away Wave after wave Wave after wave
Slowly drifting, drifting away and it feels
like I'm drowning Pulling against the street
Pulling against the street
SA.
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