That's why we have moving sidewalks and cell phones
She said not to worry about it
I miss the leaves when they fall to the ground
I miss the silence when there's sound
I've been so messed up that I wished that I was gone
Despite the fact that I am trying to let this go
The never ending notion that I will end up alone
Is an ocean
Is an ocean
I'm sand beneath the waves
Battered by the waves
I'm sand beneath the waves
Battered by the waves
I'm sand beneath the waves
