so it is, I will bend from the power of the waves,
and so it is now, that the pier will remain as a dream
salty is the taste bitter on the lips,
blood foams in the veins, pulls me to the waves
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine
and of course, While feeling my power I lost control
When man thinks too much, the pier will remain as a dream
You know that, I'm still struggling to the shore,
mind strives to surface, here they're pulling to the waves
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine
no one will ever take your spot
no one will never beautify this world of mine